It was November 18 last year, but I will always remember it on the day Abigail has her Thanksgiving Feast at school. It is November 16 this year. Today. Last year we were so excited–it was her first presentation/show ever. It was a Friday. Two days before I had gotten the call that my mass was NOT cancer. Finally, we could breathe easy! Time to enjoy the holidays!
About this time, 10:30 am, I got a call from my friend Nicole. We were chatting about how I didn’t have cancer when Dr. Crooms clicked in on call waiting. I didn’t recognize the number but I knew it was him. He had mentioned that the results of the permanent-section biopsy would be in on Friday. I hadn’t been worried, less than 5% of the initial biopsies are false negatives. He had no need to call and I didn’t expect him to. Unless there was bad news after all.
I knew as soon as I saw the number flash on the phone. My heart raced. I listened. I cried. I died a little inside. A lot, actually. I called Yaacov at work. Didn’t want to tell him over the phone but had to get him home in time to meet with Dr. Crooms to make a plan.
I had an hour to process it, then had to get my act together and go to the presentation. The Thanksgiving Feast. When things like this happen people usually report everything was a blur. It wasn’t. I was aware of every second that passed. I watched my little girl walk shyly in line with her class. Watched her hiding behind her friends, forgetting all the hand motions she’d practiced since September. Wondered how things would change. I didn’t know how bad it was yet, but knew I would go through life-altering treatments. Imagined how her fragile confidence would be shaken if her mommy wasn’t around to encourage her.
One year ago was the beginning. I didn’t always have strong enough faith to be certain of how it would end. It was hard. So hard. It’s still so hard, and my storm is over. But God helped me every second of every day. He sheltered me and yet I still remember the pain. If I didn’t have Him there is no way I could have made it through.
I can finally say I am truly grateful for the experience. I have moments I still hate it. Hate the fact that there is always a twinge of fear for the cancer’s return. Hate my repulsive new body and that my hair looks like Corey from Boy Meets World. But my faith has grown enormously, and I value it more than ever. I don’t mean faith like just believing in God and His goodness. I mean faith like the actual act of believing in what cannot be seen. Believing that JESUS GAVE ME THE AUTHORITY TO MOVE MOUNTAINS (Mth 21:21). Believing not than “God Can” but that “God WILL”. Back then I thought I had to wait for God to assure me He would do something, and then He would. Now I know that TRUE FAITH is believing that the nature of Him is described in the Bible, and that believing He will do things that fit His nature is what we are called to do. It is a whole new element to my world, and it is more important than anything else I know. It took me 32 years of experience leading up to my miraculous healing, plus that whole journey to get it, and there is no other way I would have preferred to learn it.
Here’s to the Lord God Almighty. The maker of heaven and earth. Creator of you and me. He loves your soul, whether you love Him back or not. If you don’t, please consider it. Consider Him. It can be hard to believe, but even harder not to.
After our death on earth we are all going to carry on for eternity. You can spend it in heaven with Him, or in eternal separation from Him. Hell. If you’re reading this it’s not too late. But tomorrow it could be. Only He knows the number of our days, and this could be your last chance. Once it’s too late it’s over. There will be no take-backs or do-overs. Love yourself enough to look out for your future. Love your family enough to do what it takes to spend forever with them and God. Love your friends enough to drag them off the path to hell and onto the narrow path of righteousness.