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Sunday, May 06, 2012

Praise for Me? Pray for Them?

Minutes ticked by turning into hours as I waited to see my oncologist Friday. The last time he ran hours behind, he sent his nurse practitioner out to share the good report with me. Not wanting to think about the if’s and why’s of my wait, I simply sat, nervous giggled at my mom and fake read my iPad.

Finally, he came into the examination room and gave us a little moon-walking-victory dance. I stood up to join him as nervous giggles gave way to laughter. Two years with no recurrence is a huge milestone—I’ve drastically reduced the odds of another breast tumor at this point in my recovery! Can I get a loud Amen?

My reward? My visits are now spread to once every four months with the ct scan every other visit. I only have to drink the cancer Koolaid aka barium, once every eight months. Which means I can wash it down with eggnog at my next scan. Happy Holidays to me! (For those of you who are worried, I’ll continue to get ultrasounds and x-rays every four months to monitor local recurrence and distant metastasis).

Walking through the hospital last week, hyper-awareness invaded my body. There seemed to be a whole crowd of newbies. Young people, young women, children just diagnosed or just starting treatment. 

The Children’s Art Project was displayed for hospital visitors to vote on holiday cards 2012 and volunteers had kid friendly activities. There was a lemonade stand livening the lobby for National Lemonade Day. Build a Stand. Spark a Dream. 

My eyes dripped with realization. Children should not be making art for cancer’s Christmas cards for fun right now. They should be running, playing outside and eating popsicles in this perfect weather. My heart bled. Mothers should not be wheeling their babies bald from surgery to hospital hall lemonade stands. Where balloons tied to the arms of the wheelchairs add festive decoration. Children’s dreams should be centered on their future. Not on having a future.

This visit was emotionally tough. I felt the highs. The joy I feel at being well is so powerful. To think about it is so overwhelming. I am reminded of the humility of having so many people praying for my health. I am reminded my God is a God of miracles. My God is a God who hears. My God is a God who heals. My God is also a God who allows suffering. My God is a God who gives. And takes away. The lows invaded the high.

I put for my Facebook status on Friday, the day we got such wonderful news: Praise for me today?

I wanted to add: Pray for those who got a different type of news today. Remind God who He is and what He has done for me. Then ask Him to do it for someone else. Ask Him to comfort those whose cancer diagnoses are new and treatments have just begun.

God gives, God takes.
God's name be ever blessed. Job 1:21


nancygrayce said...

So thankful for your good news! I do know that many aren't receiving that kind of news including a friend who has just been diagnosed. I'm always glad to hear good news to share so she'll know it can happen for her too! Praise our sweet Lord!

Kaye @House on Oak Street said...

Rejoicing with you! Beautiful!

Donna McBroom-Theriot said...