I'm sitting here in front of the computer, praying that God will give me the words to write. This obsession with needing to post something this weekend has been spinning around in my head for weeks and now it's not coming. So I might as well do what usually works for me; just start writing and see what happens.
Somehow this weekend seems important; some kind of a defining point in my life. Exactly one year ago this past Friday we were told that I had three inoperable tumors in my brain. And here I am, one whole year later, alive and well and cancer free!
I felt the need to celebrate, to mark the ocassion somehow. But how? It was suggested that we go out for dinner or to a movie. In my mind, neither one had anything at all to do with my miraculous healing and moving on with my life. And then just as I was waking up on Friday morning, Gerard asked, "How would you like to go and visit your parents today?"
My mind doesn't switch gears very quickly or easily these days, especially when I'm still half asleep. So while he went swimming I thought about it and the idea grew on me, until it became a great idea; a perfect way to celebrate! Visiting my parents when my mom wasn't well last spring and summer was something I wanted to do so many times this year, but couldn't. So on Friday we went, just because I could! It was a very meaningful way to spend the day and I'm so glad Gerard thought of it!
People have also been asking me when I would start showing my new hair. So I decided that, starting on Friday, my wig would go into the closet and I would come out with my own new hair. One fellow cancer survivor encouraged me to wear my new hair as a badge of honour. And I like that perspective! It's been fun and exciting and also a little chilly. A few people at church didn't recognize me at first. Looking at my very short hair, someone said, "You can actually pull this off - this short hairstyle! I like it! You look like one of those chic French ladies!" Well, whatever, it feels wonderful to have some hair again and showing it off is a fun way to mark a transition point back to "(new?) normal".
We've done a lot of remembering and reflecting this weekend. I keep asking Gerard, "What was happening at this time last year?" When I hear him recount the details, it's hard to believe that it all happened to me! The pressure of the tumors and the medications were affecting my ability to think. I was not fully aware of all that happened in those first few days. It seems I had no idea of how serious things looked. I'm told that for the rest of the family it was a very stressful and worrisome time - they thought I might die. It was all probably much easier for me than for them. They spent a lot of time at my bedside for the first few days, hoping and praying and experiencing a lot of support from their church communities and friends.
So here we are a year later... As my mom said again on Friday, "A lot of prayers were answered!"
I
do believe that God answered many prayers. And yet it's exactly that statement that has prevented me from writing what I was thinking many times over all these months. I believe that I experienced a miraculous healing. I believe that God watched over me and took care of me. I believe God's hand orchestrated a lot of things this year, when bad things turned to good every time. I experienced an unexplainable sense of peace that only God could have given a doubting, worrying, skeptical person like me. And at the very same time there is this huge question in my mind, "If God answered our prayers and healed me, what about the people who were not healed, even though lots of people prayed just as fervently for them?"
During my illness I read Psalm 30 (below) and some others so many times! I could not imagine that I was dying. I was sure that I would be healed. But, if and when I would be healed, I was not sure
how I would "praise you to all my friends" or "speak out to the world about your faithfulness".
I will praise you, Lord, for you have saved me from my enemies. You refuse to let them triumph over me. O Lord my God, I pleaded with you, and you gave me my health again. You brought me back from the brink of the grave, from death itself, and here I am alive!
...then skipping down to...
"Suddenly my courage was gone; I was terrified and panic-stricken. I cried to you, O Lord; oh, how I pled; "What will you gain, O Lord, from killing me? How can I praise you then to all my friends? How can my dust in the grave speak out and tell the world about your faithfulness? Hear me, Lord; oh, have pity and help me." Then he turned my sorrow into joy! He took away my clothes of mourning and clothed me with joy so that I might sing glad praises to the Lord instead of lying in silence in the grave. O Lord my God, I will keep on thanking you forever!
(The Living Bible, Psalm 30, verses 1-2 and 7-12)
I
am thankful to God for my healing. I'm immensely grateful every day that my life has been spared from the grave and that I am alive! And now I want to live in thanksgiving to God for this great gift. But I don't want it to sound too glib and smooth and cliche - too easy or whatever, because there were others with cancer who had many praying for them, and they died. My sister had cancer and died. People all over the world prayed for her. And yet she died, leaving behind her husband and four young children.
I find these such difficult questions and I struggle with them a lot! At the same time, I thank God for the tiniest things in life, because now I notice them and now I appreciate them in a whole new way.
You gave me my health again. You brought me back from the brink of the grave, from death itself, and here I am alive! Thank you, Lord!
* sorry, no pictures today. My camera is still at the repair shop.