Cheryl Alston

After experiencing extreme pain on my right side, I was diagnosed with gastroesophageal reflux disease (GERD) and lactose intolerance by my primary care physician. She prescribed me sodium bicarbonate, but the pain did not subside, so I asked for a referral for a colonoscopy.

Going into the colonoscopy, I was happy, joyful, waving at everyone and having a good time. Then when I came out, the doctor looked very sad and said, “I think you have a tumor.” In the moment, it felt like someone had sucker-punched me, and I immediately began to cry. The friend who took me to the colonoscopy was crying; the doctor was crying; and the nurses were crying. Because of the prep, I already had not eaten anything, so they were able to take me directly to get contrasts and scans.

I was diagnosed with stage 2 colorectal cancer. It had just permeated the colon wall, but it didn't touch any lymph nodes.

When I was 12 years old, I found out I was adopted. I never knew my family’s health history. In January 2021, I sent my DNA to Ancestry.com. Shortly after, I had a match. It was my little sister. I later learned that I also have an older sister; they both knew each other but never knew I existed. Every day since then, I have learned more and more about my family. I discovered one of my cousins had stage 4 colorectal cancer. I now know colorectal cancer and breast cancer run in my family.

My biggest piece of advice for someone going through a cancer diagnosis is to have someone in your support system take notes when the doctor is talking. All I heard was “cancer” during the appointments, so when I got home, I read through the notes to learn more and get second opinions.

It has been eight years since my diagnosis. I am just happy to be alive. My friend and I started something we call “booty call:” Every year of my survivorship, we do something in the community to raise awareness. In my first year of survivorship, the Health Department in Charles County brought in a 12-foot colon, and we had a community event to raise awareness.

In 2021, I was selected as a Fight Colorectal Cancer ambassador and attended training in Springfield, Missouri. In the past, I felt like I never fit in because I was 

 stage 2. But, after entering the Fight CRC office for the first time with my fellow ambassadors, I knew I had found my people. There were even some patients who were in active treatment and did not care that I was stage 2; cancer is cancer. This year, I am excited to be a Fight CRC Ambassador to raise awareness in my community and nationally.

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