Laquavia Jones
APRIL 2026 CALENDAR
On August 28, 2023, my life took an unexpected turn when I was diagnosed with breast cancer. This news came just months after a mammogram had cleared me previously in March. Despite that reassurance, I felt something was off and discovered the tumor myself. Little did I know this was the beginning of my courageous journey.
Since my diagnosis, I’ve faced 26 rounds of chemotherapy, each grueling three-hour session taking place every Thursday. I underwent surgery to remove the cancer, followed by 31 radiation treatments and six weeks of immunotherapy. At 41 years of age, I decided to embrace my diagnosis, turning it into a powerful call to fight back.
Now, one year into remission, I am fueled by an incredible support system. First, there was God, and then I reached out to my mom and siblings through a text, informing them that I had Stage 3 breast cancer. They all came to my house, one by one. My pastor and mom accompanied me to my essential doctors’ appointments, asking questions like: "What’s next? What’s the plan? How are they going to fix this?"
When we discovered that I was allergic to one of the chemotherapy drugs in my original treatment plan, my sisters took turns sitting with me during my three-hour chemo sessions so that I wouldn’t be alone. My nurse Oxsona and my daughter Destiny also made sure I was okay when I was home, especially on my bad days when Destiny would simply sit with me.
I remember one particular day following chemo when I was feeling terrible. I asked my daughter to help me get warm, but nothing seemed to help. When I looked at her, I could see that she was scared. I told her to call my sister to come and watch me sleep. My sister arrived and, noticing something was off, she called my mom and another sister for help. They insisted that I needed to go to the hospital. My fever had reached 104 degrees and my vitals were dropping. I was told that I might not have woken up if I had gone to sleep.
Throughout this journey, God and my pastor made sure that my daughter and I had food on every chemo day. I was incredibly grateful for my family and church friends, and so many people supporting me. I don't want to name names because then I might miss someone. But they all know who they are, and I truly appreciate them. I found strength in their unwavering encouragement.