Hello!
I write this blog in thanksgiving to God for my health. Bless all eyes reading this with good health too, please, Lord. In Jesus’ name. Amen.
The temple, my body, was the locus of 2017.
In April of this year (2017) I was diagnosed with breast cancer.
Thanks be to God, it was, as my oncology doctor put it, of "the garden variety,” a happy diagnosis.
After the lumpectomy, I had radiation for five days, two times a day in June.
Only checkups from here, praise God.
Ladies, please, please, please, get your yearly mammogram. I almost skipped mine, but the Holy Spirit urged me to make an appointment in April. My cancer was caught early, Stage 1, thanks be to God. Beforehand knowledge is critical.
Antecedent to the cancer treatment, I had to have a biopsy on the the area where the abnormality was located on the mammogram.
I had to lay on my side when the biopsy was done.
The doctor dove into my breast 7x trying to get a sample.
There is no anesthesia given, just numbness around the area.
Ouch.
He asked me how I was doing after about the 4th pinch. I told him I was fine and he joked, "We've only done one or two." I answered facetiously, "More like 4 times." He reprimanded me good-naturally, "You aren't supposed to be counting,” as he took 3 more samples.
When the pain became excruciating, I united my suffering with Christ's suffering when the crown of thorns was placed and forced into his skull. I sensed Christ next to me as I gritted my teeth; a white light surrounded me as the doctor continued gouging me.
The doctor finished and I was helped to my feet. The nurse assistants looked bedazzled, probing my facial expression (I thought), "Are you alright?" they asked.
I imagined my face white as Moses' when he spoke to God on the mountain. I knew I had spoken to God, no words needed.
In reality I bet I appeared disheveled and stunned.
"I'm good." I blushed.
The girls’ reaction to my facial expression was a confirmation: Jesus was with me, and that made me happy.
My surgical cancer doctor, who performed the lumpectomy, was inordinately adept.
During treatment, the most benevolent of nurses and doctors tended to me.
I pray for them daily.
Genetic testing was done and blessed be God, I wasn’t prone to breast cancer, but the test did reveal I am predisposed to colon cancer.
That prompted me to have my first colonoscopy.
Thanks be to God, no colon cancer.
Lastly: three univited fibroids were growing in my uterus. If you don’t know about fibroids, google it, They are acutely annoying.
This prompted me to have a hysterectomy, where my doctor also found I had endometriosis.
This year was a blessing from God as I’m ending 2017 with hardiness.
"I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." Mother Theresa
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