Stephanie’s Story

My name is Stephanie, and I am a mother of three wonderful children. Emma is 12 and in seventh grade, Dawson is 8 and in second grade, and Calista is 5 and in kindergarten. I have an amazing husband, Brent, who has been my rock through this whole journey.

The ugly truth is that I started out feeling 100%. Aug. 29, 2025, changed that. The diagnosis of stage 2B breast cancer with three masses — one having its own blood supply — made me fall apart.

The best way I can describe it is like a piece of me died. I feel like I am grieving the life I wanted to have. I am almost 50% done. Even though this is all temporary, each day that passes feels like a piece of me leaves with every sunset.

Life isn’t the same. I am not the same. People disappear when you’re sick, and you really find out who is truly there for you.

I planned to be at work at least until the end of October, but my sickness had other plans for me. Working at BeMobile has been amazing for me. I love going to work, helping people, building my career, and being around great people. I have been in and out of the hospital consistently, and my labs have not been great, forcing me to take leave. I wanted to be able to build a cushion for the months to come. I have not been working, but the bills still come in every single month.

The pain I am consistently in while forcing a smile on my face when others are around is excruciating at times. The constant nausea makes it so hard to get out of bed. I have a whole pharmacy next to my side of the bed, and each medication has different side effects that I have to deal with. This sickness keeps knocking me down every single time I get up — and I keep getting back up to fight.

I stare in the mirror to look for myself, and I no longer recognize who I see. I have so many feelings about the image staring back at me. They are extremely difficult to describe.

At the end of the day, just know I am strong enough to fight each day as it comes. Fighting this fight is the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but it is even harder to see how it affects my husband and children. I can see the pain this is causing them, the anger they have, and the love they have for me as well.

-Stephanie