Cancer. I hate the word. I hate the disease.
Almost a decade ago, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. Triple negative breast cancer – not the deadliest kind, but close. It usually kills its victim within five years. I had it once, then had a local reoccurrence within two years. I could not imagine that I would live past five years, but I did.
Around five years ago, my oldest daughter was diagnosed with a very rare form of ovarian cancer. She was 27 years old, newly married. Within a short time, she had a full hysterectomy. Our hearts were crushed, but there was hope that the surgery had removed all vestiges of the cancer. It did not.
Three years ago, she found out that it had spread into her lungs, and her life has been a round of surgeries and strong chemo ever since. She has shown such strength and grace during this whole journey. I don’t have words to tell all there is to tell, and if I did, I would not do it. Not the details. That is her story, not mine.
I intend for this to give a little insight into what is always in the background. It is not the only thing, but it is a thing. And cancer has a way of commanding the attention in a way that other things do not. I’m not saying that is the right thing, just that it is a thing.
There are other things, of course, but I will not speak of them. Not yet, anyway. These thing are not as out front as the cancer is, but I carry them in my heart just the same.
If you have read this far, thank you. It is not my purpose to be a “Debbie Downer”. It is not an attempt to gain sympathy, or to imply that the “things” in my life are worse than in the lives of others. But before I go too far in this blog, it seems right to give this little peek into what shapes my world.
I leave you with this final thought from 1 Corinthians 10:13 (NLT)
“The temptations in your life are no different from what others experience. And God is faithful. He will not allow the temptation to be more than you can stand. When you are tempted, he will show you a way out so that you can endure.”