The pic attached to this was taken by a cancer friend, Elsie. We met back in 2010 when I was diagnosed with breast cancer. It was her 3rd separate type cancer diagnosis, my first. We talked, laughed, shared stories, but never cried.
My diagnosis was, as always, a WHAT??? I was 50. My child had just graduated high school, was entering college. Life was humming along. But when my dr said “cancer” it really didn’t scare me as he had a clear-cut plan. My utter belief and trust in the God of the Universe and His sovereignty and providence never left me from the day before my diagnosis and I knew, as Elsie did, no matter the outcome, I was just fine. The tough part was for my husband and kid. Yes, they believe as I do – yet through all the treatments, they could only watch.
I remember telling an “in-law” about my diagnosis and their response was a not so comforting…. “I would DIE”. Thanks, but PLEASE stay away from me while I go through chemo and radiation!!
I am now 12 years out and considered “cured.” I’m thankful to God I had one of the cancers that can be cured, not just put in remission. But sadly, my friend, Elsie, is on her FIFTH – YES, 5TH – type cancer and it’s not going well. Yet Elsie continues to fight as she did with her first. I pray for her continually. I know she will be fine, no matter because we serve the same God.
Freedom Matters 