Pieces of the Puzzle

Two years ago today I was diagnosed with triple negative breast cancer. In the past, this would have been a death sentence. As I look back over my life in the last twenty-four months, I am incredibly grateful. As I sit typing this blog, I am cancer free, just finished a nice six mile run, will spend some time working on my dissertation this afternoon, and later take my mother to a play this evening. I am blessed. My life has returned to normal and I only see my oncologist every three months for a blood test and a high five.

I am so incredibly grateful for the many wonderful people who cared for, supported, encouraged, inspired, carried, and prayed me through my battle with cancer. Many of which I didn’t know prior to having cancer. Survivors who told me their stories of hope and assured me life would get easier were an amazing source of strength when I was at my weakest. I remember meeting a young woman who approached me when I was in the last phase of chemotherapy; it was at a time when I was feeling pretty low and tired of the whole thing. I had gone with a friend to a park and this woman must have noticed my bald head under my baseball cap. She however, had the cutest short hairdo and was playing with her daughter on the swings and seemed to be having a wonderful day. She told me she was a breast cancer survivor and had since regained her life. The cute hairdo was regrowth after chemo and she once again had energy to chase her kids and enjoy her family. I was so encouraged by her story and by her willingness to share with it with a total stranger.

Now I get to carry on that work. We are surrounded by people who need encouragement. If you are a cancer survivor, you can share your story of hope.  If you have never had cancer, count your blessings and you can lend strength to those in the battle of their lives. We are all important pieces in this puzzle.

“He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. When they are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us.” 2 Corinthians 1:4

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Rough days

There are some days I wish I could just turn back the clock and avoid all together. Yesterday was one of those days. Being poked and prodded is getting really old, really fast. I know that the doctors need the information in order to treat and kill the cancer in my body, but do they have to keep sticking needles me all the time? Goodness, I am getting tired of that!

I am comforted by the knowledge that my God is aware and hasn’t lost me in all of this. He knows the pain I am going through; He loves me and cares for me.

Last weekend my dog Annie was frantically running around under the bushes in my back yard barking at something and when I checked it out, I discovered a baby bird had fallen from a nest. The poor thing was just a few days old and had a broken leg. I wrapped it in a paper towel and held it for a little while hoping to calm it. I knew it was not going to live very long. I cried when it breathed its last breath and thought of the scripture in Mathew 10. God knows every sparrow that falls. Of course He is aware of the pain that is all around me now too.  I can trust Him through this. He loves me.