Little by little we are adjusting to our life “after the fact”. Today the step forward was attending church. I wasn’t sure if I was really ready, but I decided to give it a shot. In order to ease in, I went a little late and left a little early. I sat in the back row and just took in the atmosphere and soaked in the message. It feels good to have accomplished that hurdle and to have immersed myself in corporate worship.
This week we caught up with one of my Nashville oncologists. We (Jonathan and I) shared our good CT results with him and had some labs checked to see if my counts are improving. I’m still anemic and my white blood cells dropped yet again, so I will continue to take extra precautions to avoid germs – thankfully, it isn’t flu and cold season quite yet.
A friend of mine shared a devotion with me several weeks ago. It took me a little time to actually read it, but it really spoke to my heart. It was written by Kara Tippetts in Colorado Springs. She is a thirty-something wife, and mother of 4 (all between the ages of 4 and 12) who has been diagnosed with terminal breast cancer. Her words are inspiring, and heartbreaking. Through our experience, I can so easily see how her story can be the reality of any parent out-of-the-blue. She and her husband have been very brave in their willingness to share their story. I have started following her (which ironically, I don’t follow blogs) 🙂 at mundanefaithfulness.com. I’m sure that their family would appreciate your prayers, and I know her writings will be a blessing for you to read.
Please continue to keep us in your prayers. We still feel like we are limping in to the normal routines of life. Please pray for our continued reliance on God, a complete cure for me and an ever-present awareness of living in the moment.
Well, we’ve been home from Houston for about a week now. So far, so good. It’s funny how the routine and realities of life settle-in so easily. We are extremely grateful for the clear scans and we continue our prayers as we anticipate the repeat of our doctors’ appointments and scans at the end of January. Every clear check-up points me in the right direction of one day being declared, “cured”. As one of my doctors summed it up, “One year is excellent. Three years is cured.”
God has carried us through the scariest days of this trial, and we will continue to lean on Him as we anticipate scans every few months and experience the aftermath of my treatments. Thank you for your prayers. I can’t imagine what this would be like without our faith and the prayers of my family, friends and others who have been willing to pray. God has not taken away all of my pain or fear or difficulties, but He has blessed me with an awareness of His love, comfort, peace and ultimate use of this hardship for good.








This will be just a brief update. It has been a good, busy week, and my continued struggle is to trust God and release the worry that sneaks up on me now and then. It is hard to forget about everything when it greets you in the mirror every time you go to the bathroom, and each time you wash your face you question if you are feeling scar tissue, normal swelling/irritation from the radiation or something else . . . It is an ongoing battle.
















