A Cervical Cancer Survivor’s Story: The Surgery Was Rough, But I’m Still Alive

This is a cervical cancer story by Talitha Darragh. You can read her full Cervivor Story here.

Anytime I’m going through a hard time, physically or mentally, I try to stay positive. This was especially true when I was diagnosed with cervical cancer for a third time in April 2022. I knew when my original doctor at St. John’s Ascension in Southfield, Michigan referred me to a doctor at the University of Michigan that I was in for a long road ahead. This was no longer about a hysterectomy, the chemotherapy, or radiation therapy—the cervical cancer treatments I had had for my first two occurrences. 

Cervical cancer survivor Talitha Darragh and her three children, Dominic (15), McKenna (7), and Amelia (5).

During my first appointment with my new oncologist, Dr. Uppal, he recommended doing a total pelvic exenteration. The words seemed to be going in one ear and out of the other. I was seeing his mouth move, but not truly understanding what he was saying. By the end of the appointment, I agreed to this major, life-changing surgery.  I was willing to do anything to be here for my three children. The doctors were planning to remove my bladder, bowels, and vagina while also doing vaginal reconstruction using muscle flaps from the back of my thighs. This would leave me with two ostomy bags for the rest of my life. One for urine and one for stool. Not exactly how I had my life planned, but it is what it is. 

A few short weeks later, I remember taking a selfie in the bathroom stall after I used the bathroom for the last time as a “normal person.” I had a big grin on my face as I dealt with stress with humor and French braids in my hair, not knowing when I would be able to shower next. If I can remember right, surgery was 14 long hours. I had three surgeons: my oncologist, urologist, and plastic surgeon. Together, they saved my life. Two of them I have never met, but I trusted God that I was in good hands. I remember hearing them say, “She’s a young mom, this has to be successful.” 

Talitha’s bathroom selfie.

Surgery Recovery? Easier Said Than Done

Thank goodness, surgery was a success, and now it was time to recover. Easier said than done. Doctors were planning on about 10 days in the hospital. Unfortunately, those 10 days turned into six weeks. Because of the vaginal reconstruction, I was unable to sit for six weeks. 

My doctors knew that I had little ones at home and that I wouldn’t be able to heal and rest properly at home, so they had me admitted to a nursing and rehab facility two weeks after surgery. This was where things took a turn for the worse. My abdominal wound opened up, I wasn’t getting the physical or occupational therapy needed, and my nutrition was lacking, which resulted in even worse healing. I had to go by ambulance to my appointments because I couldn’t sit in a car. 

When I went to my first appointment while at the rehab, my doctors saw my decline and decided to keep me in the hospital rather than send me back to rehab. I stayed in the hospital for four more weeks before going home. 

Learning My “New Normal”

While in the hospital, I had to learn my “new normal.” Things were rough, but I never gave up. I was so mentally strong and determined. Maybe this is where my stubbornness is a plus! 

Finally, after six long weeks away from home, I was able to go back to my babies. Coming home was scary because I no longer had the help and support of my amazing nurses. Thankfully, I had a home nurse come by once a week or so. She was able to help me problem-solve and successfully change my ostomy bags without sobbing my eyes out because I couldn’t get them to stick. Overall, things would get easier every day, and I was slowly able to get back to normal. 

Looking Back Today

Here I am today, three and a half years post-surgery. Looking back, I am still amazed at myself. That surgery was huge. I’m still having healing issues, and there are still many bumps that we are trying to iron out, but I’m here, and I’m alive. I’m able to do everything that I did before surgery—swim, work out, ride a bike. 

Unfortunately, I’ve had multiple cancer re-occurrences, but I’m still fighting. Once I beat this cancer, my doctors plan on ironing out some things like repairing my internal vaginal wound that hasn’t healed in three and half years and figuring out why my ureter keeps closing up. to make my life even better. I cannot thank my team of doctors enough. They are truly on my side and want to do what they can to help. I’m truly blessed. 

The Importance of a Positive Mindset

This whole cancer journey has taught me so much in life. More than half the battle is mental. It’s so important that you keep a positive mindset. I would always tell myself, “Doctors are doing their job, nurses are doing their job, I have to do my job, which includes taking care of my body and my mind.”

I had faith in God, my care team, and myself. I pray that you don’t ever have to go through this, but if you do, I promise it will be okay. Sometimes you have to take it one day at a time, one hour at a time, or even one minute at a time. You can do anything for a minute…just keep doing it. Keep your mind positive. I promise, it makes a difference. You can do hard things.

About the Author

Talitha is a cervical cancer fighter who has had six reoccurrences since she was first diagnosed in February 2021. She is currently participating in a clinical trial at Yale University. Talitha loves spending time with her three children, Dominic, McKenna, and Amelia—riding bikes and swimming together in the summertime. Talitha also loves sharing her Cervivor Story. “I love sharing my story because hearing others’ stories has really helped me feel less alone,” she says.

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A Cervical Cancer Survivor’s Story: Cancer Did Not Define Me — Christ Did

This is a cervical cancer survivor story by Athena Porter. You can read her full Cervivor Story here.

“How did you find the strength to go through cancer?”

I’ve been asked this question or a variation of it many times since I was diagnosed and treated for cervical cancer in 2023. Whenever I’ve answered that question, the answer sometimes changes, like, “My husband, my family, or friends helped me through it.” But the number one reason I always give is my faith in Jesus. 

The world we live in is a beautiful one, albeit a broken one. Many of us experience pain, loss, or tragedy. When many things around us can change in an instant, I’m able to return to a God who doesn’t change. A God who is loving, forgiving, patient, and eternal. Who God is helps define who I am. I am a human being created in the image of God. My life circumstances don’t define me. My emotions don’t define me. And being a cancer survivor doesn’t define me. Jesus defines me. When I can rest in my identity in Christ, I’m given a peace that gives me strength to handle any situation. 

Athena and her husband, Lance, and two children, Jocelyn and Vivian.

When My Faith Was Tested and Deepened

When I heard the words, “You have cancer,” my first prayer wasn’t polished or hopeful—it was a single word: why? Why did this happen to me? What if everything goes wrong? What will happen to my husband and children? I was angry and confused, and I didn’t understand how anything good could come from this diagnosis. There were moments when my faith felt shaken, but I was reminded through my loved ones and my church community that God is big enough to handle my questions, my fear, and even my anger.

On the days when everything felt overwhelming, I learned to dig deeper by turning to Scripture. When the world around me felt chaotic and uncertain, I could rest in a God who is calm, faithful, and full of promise. Because my cancer was caused by HPV, there were moments of shame and fear of judgment, but Romans 10:11 reminds us that “whoever believes in Him will not be put to shame.” My identity is found in Christ, not in my diagnosis or my past. God has used this journey to replace fear with peace and shame with purpose, and I trust that He will continue to use my story to bring hope and joy to others.

Finding Peace and Identity Beyond a Cancer Diagnosis

When I was diagnosed with cervical cancer, scripture brought me much comfort, specifically Philippians 4:13, which says, “I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength.” This verse provides the answer to the question stated at the beginning of this article. Any strength I had that got me through a cancer diagnosis came from Christ. Any peace I had during my cancer diagnosis came from Christ. The answer is always Christ. 

For those in the midst of pain, loss, or tragedy, this can feel like a foreign concept. I get it. It’s hard to see past the pain. But Jesus Christ experienced the ultimate pain and paid the ultimate price for our sins. That kind of love is one that can carry you through the pain and bring you to peace. We aren’t promised that our lives will be easy. But we are promised a helper of the Holy Spirit to guide us. 

Athena and her family being baptised.

For those struggling and seeking peace, I urge you to find a church home that can come alongside you to guide you in your relationship with Jesus. If you know someone who has the light of Jesus shining from them, ask them questions. Start reading the Bible on your own or find a Bible study group. Cervivor is starting a bible study this month, and we would love for you to join us! There are a lot of ways to start your path to a relationship with Jesus. And he is patiently waiting for you, ready to embrace you. 

About the Author

Athena Porter is a cervical cancer survivor, Cervivor Ambassador, and a woman of faith. Athena recently graduated from Cervivor School and has been using that education and momentum to bring awareness to her rural community. She believes her greatest purpose comes from her relationship with Jesus and the salvation she has received through Him. Athena spends her free time on the farm with her husband and two daughters, volunteering at church as a youth group co-leader, and traveling the world alongside her husband.