
“A healthy person of 41 with no family history couldn’t possibly have breast cancer.”
That’s what Sherryl Byrd, associate vice president of Student Affairs, thought when she went for her annual check-up in 1999. Byrd was wrong. Her doctor found a lump.
“At first I wasn’t very concerned,” Byrd said. “I had already had a baseline mammogram the previous year that showed nothing.”
After a second mammogram, an ultrasound and an examination of a misshapen tumor-like lump, Byrd began to get scared. The doctors told her they were fairly certain she had breast cancer. Byrd was stunned. “I thought it only happened to older women,” she said.
She drove to see her husband at work, feeling she should tell him in person rather than over the phone. She hadn’t cried, yet.
“He knew something was wrong by the look on my face,” Byrd said. “The tears just began to flow. I was crying so hard that it was difficult to get the words out.”
Life for Sherryl Byrd changed in an instant. She describes the moment she was told she had breast cancer as “a line in the sand.” All other events in her life are now before the cancer line or after the cancer line.
A plan of action was soon developed for Byrd. A “cancer team” — a surgeon, radiologist and oncologist — worked together to decide the best route to tackle Byrd’s threatening tumor.
She was diagnosed in March of 1999 and had surgery in early April. A then fairly new procedure called a two weeks biopsy was performed on Byrd, which involved having a dye injected into a lymph node under her arm.
Fingers were crossed, prayers were said and victory was won after Byrd’s tumor was removed.
“One big hurdle done,” Byrd said. “Unfortunately I learned from the pathology report that my type of cancer was particularly aggressive and fast growing.” The possibility of her cancer spreading was high.
Against professional advice, Byrd researched her condition on the Internet. She was encouraged by the implications that many Stage I cancers like hers did not require chemotherapy.
“I wasn’t convinced that I needed it. But my team recommended chemotherapy followed by radiation.”
After getting a second opinion at the University of Alabama at Birmingham Hospital’s Comprehensive Cancer Center, Byrd finally came to terms with the fact she might have to face being sick and losing her hair.
“I had never had anyone close to me go through cancer treatment,” Byrd said. “I didn’t know what to expect.”
Byrd leaned on her husband, her faith and her positive attitude during that stage of her life. Instead of adopting the ever-popular “Why me?” perspective, she chose to say “Why not me?”
“I’m not so special or important that bad things can’t happen [to me],” Byrd said. “I believe that God has a plan for my life and would be with me through it all.”
Byrd and her husband decided after learning of the cancer they should do something they had always wanted to do. So after her surgery and before her chemotherapy, they took a long awaited trip to Hawaii. They didn’t know if they would have another such opportunity.
On the trip, Byrd received three signs that everything was going to be alright.
“On the plane, an older man sitting behind me tapped me on the shoulder and handed me a little book. He said ‘I thought you might want to read this.’ It was a book about angels and caring for and protecting people.”
The second sign came when they were driving to the north shore.
“It had been raining,” Byrd said. “A beautiful, large rainbow appeared in front of us.”
The third sign came the next morning at the hotel. Byrd and her husband observed another couple walking into the complimentary breakfast. Byrd’s face lit up as she realized the perfectly healthy-looking woman had no hair.
“She was going through chemotherapy and was doing just fine.”
In facing her first cancer treatment, Byrd hoped for the best and prepared for the worst. She was pleasantly surprised.
“I thought, ‘Is this all there is to it?’” said Byrd. “I have really small veins so I had a port placed in my chest. It turned out to be a wonderful decision. They didn’t have to stick me.”
Byrd endured four treatments once every three weeks followed by 12 weekly treatments of a different drug, a total of six months of chemotherapy.
Two weeks into the treatment, her hair began to fall out.
“My husband and I went on the back porch of our home and he cut my hair really close to my head.”
Byrd had purchased a wig in preparation for this event. It was similar in color and style to her natural hair.
“At first I felt like I had a dead animal on my head,” Byrd said.
She also worried about it falling off and exposing her bald head to others. However, she quickly adjusted to wearing it and was even thankful for it as she became more fatigued and didn’t feel up to fixing her hair anyway.
Byrd’s second treatment proved to be not much worse than her first, and she was thankful she was not experiencing the kind of reaction typical to chemotherapy.
Her third treatment was not so easy.
“I had the treatments on Fridays. I felt so bad I stayed in bed the entire weekend.”
During this treatment, John F. Kennedy Jr.’s plane went missing. The non-stop coverage is the main thing Byrd remembers about those particular days in bed.
The fourth and final treatment tested Byrd’s strength.
“I was weak and sick for about four days,” Byrd said. “The weekly injection minimized the side effects.”
However, Byrd continued to be weak and experienced numbness in her fingers and toes. On top of that, she then had radiation five days a week for seven weeks. Byrd’s treatment continued through January of 2000.
Almost an entire year of Byrd’s life was devoted to killing the tumor.
“My husband was my biggest supporter,” she said.
During this part of her life, Byrd and her husband were living in Alabama while their entire family was in Tennessee. Thanks to friends and church family, she never went to a treatment alone.
“It is a very humbling experience to realize that so many people care about you.”
One thing worked to Byrd’s advantage: She was tough.
“I continued to work as best I could,” she said. “I don’t view my experience as a fight but rather a determination.”
Opposing breast cancer is still a part of Byrd’s day-to-day life. She has taken medication for almost 10 years, and she is due to stop taking it in February of next year.
“That is a little scary because I have felt that I was still doing something to actively combat the disease,” she said.
Byrd vowed during her battle with cancer if she was still alive in 10 years, she and her husband would go back to Hawaii. That is exactly what they did this summer.
“The first trip was to Honolulu and Oahu. The second trip was to Maui. Both were fabulous.”
Byrd lives her life differently now that she is on the other side of the line in the sand.
She and her husband have full passports from traveling. They have visited Israel with a group from their church.
They have also been to Galilee, Nazareth, Bethlehem, Jerusalem, Jericho, Masada and they have seen the Dead Sea. They have also traveled to Egypt.
“Our passports will expire in November,” Byrd said. “We need to renew them soon.”
Along with traveling, Byrd has learned to appreciate the little things in life. “I get excited about small things,” she said. “I am not a zealous cancer crusader, but I admire those who are.”
Byrd knows she is tough.
“I found that I am a stronger person than I thought I could be. I think more practically about dying and being ready.”
Cancer doesn’t just happen to older people. It doesn’t just happen to everyone else. It happened to Sherryl Byrd. It can happen to anyone.
“We have to do our part,” Byrd said. “Take advantage of recommended screenings and seeing a doctor immediately at the onset of warning signs. Don’t be scared that the news might be bad. The good news is that there are cancer survivors everywhere.”