Hello Supporters! Ericka is scheduled for a bilateral mastectomy on 5/12/2026. For those of you who have gone through surgery, you know how valuable extra help can be during recovery. We’d love to support Ericka so she can rest and heal, and make things a little easier for Chris by helping with meals for them and the grandbabies. Ericka’s story: A breast cancer diagnosis wasn’t on my 2026 bingo card… but here we are. Invasive Lobular Carcinoma. Saying those words out loud, sitting across from my surgeon, feels like it SHOULD break me. Like I should be drowning in fear. I mean, that’s what we’re taught, right? Hear “cancer” and panic. But I’m not drowning. I’m not spiraling. (Well… maybe a 👌🏻 teeny bit.) Here’s the thing, though. Ever since my LCIS (pre-cancer, basically) diagnosis in 2019, I’ve been on it. Five years of Tamoxifen. Mammograms. MRIs. Every six months. No skipping. No “I’ll do it later.” And because of that… we caught it early. The tumor is one centimeter. One. ☝🏻 And yeah, “early detection means better prognosis.” We hear that all the time. But now it’s not just a phrase — it’s my reality. It means a double mastectomy. Lymphadenectomy. Probably reconstruction. It means hard things. But it also means this: if my lymph nodes are clear, no chemo. No radiation. It means my stage one diagnosis comes with a recurrence risk in the single digits. 👏🏻 Single. 👏🏻 Digits. So yeah… this wasn’t on my bingo card. Not even close. But I’m here. I’m facing it. And I’m not going to pretend it’s nothing — but I’m also not going to let it take more from me than it already has. So please… don’t put it off. Get the mammogram. Take care of your ( • Y • ). Cancer doesn’t get the last say. You do.
Nothing from Michigan (per Chris) lol. Ericka tends to like soup when her stomach is upset, but she doesn’t have any allergies and appreciates anything you’d like to help with.