It has been eleven months since I was diagnosed with high-grade,
invasive breast cancer (stage 2a). Those words still chill me. And last
week I thought I’d found another lump.
The more I examined it, the more confused I became. Sometimes I thought for sure it was a lump,
and other times I could hardly feel it. I tried to convince myself that it was a muscle tear from a new workout
routine at the gym, or something related to my partial mastectomy; but then I
would tell myself that it had to be a lump ~ what else could it be?
I was already scheduled to see my oncologist on Monday. This routine appointment had been scheduled
back in October after my last follow-up with her. I was so thankful that it was already on the
books . . . and scared to death to go. And yet, waiting for four days was agony.
I was plunged back into the uncertainty of a year ago. Life seemed so short . . . every day seemed
precious. But I had difficulty
focusing on the most basic tasks. I
clawed after a future that seemed to be slipping away. How could I have once again taken everything
for granted?
The night before my discovery, I had been part of a Bible
study led by my husband. We ended with Mark
4:35-41. Jesus was taking His disciples
in a boat to the other side of the lake. But then, He fell asleep, and a life-threatening storm came up. The disciples panicked and accused their
Teacher of not caring. Jesus, of course,
woke up and stilled the storm, but then challenged His disciples with their
fear and lack of faith.
We discussed this. I
suggested that the disciples still didn’t know that He was God. But a friend had another idea: “The disciples had already seen Jesus perform
lots of miracles. But sometimes when the
problems become personal, we have difficulty believing that God will act. We believe that He has power to help others,
but not us.”
That story became very dear to my heart over the
weekend. And once again, as in my other
trials, my mind grasped for simple phrases that I could repeat to calm my trembling heart:
* "Oh, God, preserve my life from the dread enemy.”
~ Psalm 64:1
* "Be with
me, and keep me from harm.” ~ I Chronicles 4:9,10
* “When I
am afraid, I will trust in You. I will
trust and not be afraid.” ~ Psalm 56:3,4
* "You are
behind me; You are before me; You are with me.” ~ Psalm 139:5
* “I will not be afraid of sudden fear.” ~
Proverbs 3:25
* “Tomorrow will take care of itself. Today’s trouble is enough for today.” ~ Matthew 6:27
* “Do not
worry about anything.” ~ Philippians
4:6
And then some heart-stopping questions from Jesus Himself:
* “Can worry add a single hour to your life?” ~
Matthew 6:27
* “Why are you afraid? Do you still
have no faith?” ~ Mark 4:40
Somehow I survived the weekend. Sometimes I felt totally detached from what
was going on around me. Other times I
was flooded with unexplainable peace and even exhilaration ~ and then, I
figured, someone was praying for me. Or
maybe I had just accepted the inevitable.
On Monday morning, Greg went with me to my doctor’s
appointment, to be my support ~ and an extra pair of eyes and ears. As we sat in the waiting room, I scanned the
e-mails that friends had sent to encourage me that morning. One friend’s
concluding words stopped me in my tracks:
“...if we can't sleep with HIM in the
storm....WE WILL REST IN HIM….” I couldn’t
believe my eyes. These words seemed straight from the Lord, because
Julianne had NO CLUE what we had studied the week before!
After a cliff-hanging wait, we were called into the
office. My oncologist is wonderful ~ a
compassionate listener and a calm explainer-of-facts. We discussed many concerns that I had on my
list, and she gave me encouragement and helpful suggestions.
I saved “the lump” for the very last. And after a thorough examination, my doctor
said, “I can feel scar tissue, but no breast lumps.” Really? Is that it? She felt certain that everything I was feeling ~ aches and pains, all we
had talked about ~ were a normal result of chemotherapy and radiation and this
early menopause that the chemo has thrown me into.
Physiotherapy and exercise will probably help. That said, she reminded me to let her know if
the pains get worse. We can always do a
bone scan if we feel the need. I have a mammogram and ultrasound scheduled for April. And she’ll
keep a little closer eye on me; I’ll see her again in five weeks.
I walked out of her office wanting to be excited, but not
sure if I should let myself. I almost feel
guilty for anticipating a long future, but then I feel guilty for worrying that
the cancer will come back. I seem to
have discovered a precarious ridge, this fine line that we all must walk if we
are to be honest with ourselves: trying to plan for the future and yet live in the moment, while holding our dreams loosely. But as a friend reminded me today, "We should all live like that. We will then be surprised and exhilarated at where God will guide us . . . beyond our wildest dreams." And I'd rather be surprised than disappointed!
Over the weekend, when I kept feeling
that spot and had come to the conclusion, “I don’t know; I just don’t know,”
I remembered Who DID know, and a song that my Dad used to sing when I was a
little girl started running through my head:
“I know Who holds the future, and I
know Who holds my hand.
“With God, things don’t ‘just happen;’
everything by Him is planned.
“So as I face tomorrow, with its
problems large or small,
“I’ll trust the God of miracles ~ give
to Him my all.”
I don’t even know who wrote it ~ but to
their words I say, Amen!
Anne.....another favorite of mine is by Don Moen. It has been my lifeline for years now.....check it out....http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1zo3fJYtS-o
ReplyDeleteLove you....Patty
Oh, Friend, you can't believe how perfect the timing was on that . . . for honest real. Thanks for sharing. Love you, too!
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