Enjoy Each Moment
Location – The Rush Ranch, Eastern Oregon
Wx: 37F, sleet
It is Wednesday, early morning. Still and dark outside. Strong winds rush across the valley below. Princess Daisy the calico sits beside me, delicately cleaning her mittens after her royal breakfast. She will soon head back to bed and purr herself to sleep, tummy full. I am up early, because my mind is full. Full of many emotions, many prayers.
You see, my friend Darlene has been moved into Hospice this week. She has been a brave and courageous warrior in the fight against breast cancer this past year. Always smiling her way through it all. One of those folks that you love immediately upon first contact. The smile. The laugh. The love freely given.
And I wonder, as I sit here in the darkness, why her and not me? Why was my life saved, as hers slips away? And perhaps, just perhaps, the reason I am here is to tell you about the miracle that I experienced during my cancer journey. So, if you’ve a mind to sit with me for a bit and hear me out, let’s do this for Darlene.
I had been diagnosed with one of the worst breast cancer types – as if you could classify ANY of them good. It was invasive, rather than in lumps. It was also called “triple negative” because my cancer cells were not the type to be affected by the various hormone drugs – they had no “receptors” that could be used to kill the cells. My husband was frightened, yet I was calm. I had gone into “warrior mode”, working the solution. I could have left our mountain to travel to the big city to intake to MD Anderson or Cancer Centers of America – but I just felt the Lord telling me to trust him. I could do this, close to home. And that is what I did. I trusted him every step of the way, partnering with my “small-town country doctor”.
The miracle happened on the day of my surgery – a double mastectomy. I woke up early and before I even got out of bed, I started to pray. I prayed for the Lord to give my doctor the wisdom he needed to work my case. To bless his hands with knowledge in the surgery room. There were other things I must have prayed for, but what I most remember is, the moment that I prayed for myself, I was hit by a bolt of electricity. That’s the only thing that I can compare it to. It wasn’t painful, but there was that definite feeling of a current of electricity passing from my right shoulder, down to my left hip. It lasted less than a minute, but I knew that something special had happened. In surgery that morning, my surgeon found my invasive cancer cells that had previously been scattered throughout my breasts and most likely my body, was now in one lump. And easily removed. My miracle. HIS miracle. And one of many that kept occurring throughout my journey. What an awesome God!
So thank you for listening. Just – well, Thank you. For being here. For hearing the name of Darlene ringing out in your ears and perhaps your heart. Bless the coming and going of her. Had I known that the cancer was moving so swiftly in her, I would have made my kit a bit special this month just for her, celebrating her exuberant life. A kit with poetry, beauty, smiles and warmth. Generosity and serenity. Celebrating the volunteer that freely gave for years and years of service, honoring those around her. We are all better for knowing her. Yes, bless the coming and going of her.
Launching my part of the February Blog Train, at Pixelscrapper. I have a habit of not using the entire palette and blending the colors that bring about different shades. But if you check out the other Pixescrapper Blog Train designer kits you will find that they have faithfully stayed with the colors of the month.
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