One year ago today I waited with phone in hand all.day.long. I wished to hear my nurse’s voice telling me everything was fine, because the nurse always gets to phone with the good news.
Instead somewhere around dinnertime, my doctor called. “I’m sorry,” he said, “It’s cancer.” He proceeded to explain it was rare, aggressive and answers eluded him.
That was the first day of a month that felt more like a year and a year that has felt more like a lifetime. And here, safely on the shore of the other side, I can’t believe it’s only been a year.
But it has. It’s been a year of the greatest of joys and the deepest of heartaches. It’s been a year of struggle and victory. I’ve experienced a gamut of emotions and seen God’s healing, redemption and miracles up close and personal. Last year I only hoped I’d experience Him in this way this side of heaven.
Isn’t it so gracious of God to give me an appointment with my oncologist on today? January 25. It’s Cancer Day. I find myself believing He is taking another shot at His endless redemption in my life.
I’m hopeful It’s Cancer Day will turn into It’s NOT Cancer Day today.
The Lord says, “I will give you back what you lost
to the [cancer] swarming locusts…
you will praise the Lord your God,
who does these miracles for you.”
From Joel 2:25-26 NLT