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|This page is dedicated to Madeline Douty who was a six year Breast Cancer survivor. Throughout her
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| Not What I Expected
Arriving home from a beautiful June Sunday excursion in 2002 with my husband and friends, I immediately
knew not all was as it should be and immediately called the Help Nurse of my provider. After weeks of
testing and checks, an arduous and sometimes extremely frightening process, I underwent surgery to remove
the cancer that infected my uterus. I am one of the lucky ones -- no radiation, chemotherapy, or further
surgery was required (thus far) to overcome the cancer.
Four months had been lost from my quilt endeavors, but it caused barely a flicker in my creative stream. My
dear husband Dave, who had lost his first wife to breast cancer, was with me constantly with
encouragement and support in overcoming the cancer, just as he was constant in encouragment, support,
and critique of my quilting. So my quilting life picked up and continued as before.
September 2009 brought a different pathway with my husband's unexpected death. As is common, much
time was required to set aright the legalities and all the paperwork associated with his passing, necessitating
the time away from quilting.
I had heard ever so many stories about the healing nature of quilting, how amid pain and hurt of various
circumstances submerging oneself in the act of quilting brought comfort and renewal. However, it was not
as I expected. I could not, simply could not, quilt. Even if I tried just doing one small thing, it would not
happen. My quilting was blocked. I waited. Tried again. Nothing. I repeated this for months. My
husband had been so intertwined with my quilting experiences, it was like my incentive, my inspiration, my
creativity was gone. I let it be.
Nearly a year later a family friend requested I make a quilt for her favority charity auction. This friend had
been so faithful a neighbor to a family member I could not refuse, and I worried how this was to happen.
Because she already knew the contents of the quilt, and the fabrics were fairly much a given due to the
charity, I only needed to deal with layout and the technicalities of construction, so I set out. I made myself
do it, not for me, but for her. Less than a three weeks later I mailed it off to her.
Then I picked up another project, and was able to move ahead with my quilting.
Oh yes, I miss my husband's input tremendously -- he had such good ideas. Sometimes I hear his voice
when I'm working, and that is so comforting.