DONE with cancer treatments FOREVER

It’s official, I’m done with radiation! So, if you’re keeping track that’s: Chemo, surgery, and radiation ALL DONE! All I technically have left is reconstruction and Tamoxifen, which is a drug I will start soon and am expected to take forever. Please pray with me that I have no side effects from it. If I do, plans might change.

It was nice to end treatment at Dr. Bolek’s office today. When I finished chemo I knew the people better, but the attitude was, “see you when it comes back”. At the end of radiation it was more of a “keep in touch” style.

You can probably guess how nostalgic this all makes me. Everything has completely changed, yet it is all still the same. Ten months ago, my biggest problems were so minor they were embarassing to even discuss with real people who had real problems. Since then, my problems became so insurmountable that most of these “real people” couldn’t discuss them due to feelings of inadequacy.

I guess I find myself back at the beginning now. I believe I was permanently and perfectly healed of “incurable” cancer, so I am not dying any faster than anyone else. God did it all, and His burden is easy, His yoke is light (Mth 11:30). All I had to do is pray and show up…so why do I feel like I’ve been through a war?

At the beginning of this blog I wrote a bit about how I felt like such a kid, saddled with a death sentence I could barely read, let alone “live” with. How I yearned for someone to guide me through it, to drown out the doctor’s bad reports with assurances that with God, everything is possible (Lk 18:27)! God gave me what I needed during the dark times, it just wasn’t always what I wanted. His will and plans are perfect though, and obviously turned out better than they do for most, so I have no right to complain. I wish I could say I feel light and airy after all this, because I learned how much I can trust God, and all the extra time I’ve been given is so freeing. Instead I feel…tired. Old. Worn out and broken. Ugly (inside and out). I’m impatient with the kids, disinterested in the mundane details of life.

Maybe I romanticized the old life I had, and now that I won the chance to keep it I’m unimpressed with the reward. Or maybe I just need a nap. I will have to get back to you on that one.

I would be a worthless hypocrite if I let myself drown in my (unjustified) self-pity now. My choices are to continue feeling sorry for myself, or to get it together. The word is clear: “Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again; Rejoice!” Phil 4:4. So, I will praise Him not just for His miraculous healing, but also that I got through all those treatments with minimal side effects, and for the chance to bond with so many great people throughout cancer. Both my parents proved themselves to be very dedicated by moving (Dad, temporarily; Mom, permanently) here to help babysit, and SO many more people than I could have imagined reached out to us in a variety of ways throughout cancer. I might not be more patient or kind than before, but I am stronger in faith, and that will help me more in the future. I have heard from a lot of people how my experience has changed their faith, and even one of those stories makes it totally worth it. We also got out of this without monetary setbacks, which is amazing given the huge expense of cancer treatments. Finally, I learned a lot about myself, human nature, and the nature of God, that will change me forever. I don’t want to die anytime soon, but I’m much more content with the idea of it now than before. I know I can trust God to take care of my family, and that is true whether or not I’m present.

I had a really hard time keeping up with formally thanking people, and even went through a time where I met so many people I couldn’t recall their names or even meeting them. So, from the bottom of my heart, no matter how much (or little) I’ve shown it, I really, really appreciate every email, every card, every note, every meal, every dollar, every gift, every thought, every blog reader, every kind word, and every prayer that has been shared with me or on my behalf. I am also so sorry to those I’ve unintentionally snubbed or forgotten to thank, etc. I just love you
all and have learned how to be more loving by the way everyone has supported and interacted with me throughout this time.

“Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is
pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable–if anything is excellent or praiseworthy–think about such things.” Phil 4:8


Everything you NEVER wanted to know about a mastectomy

I’ve mentioned tidbits on here about my mastectomy but I know a lot of readers will be involved with their own breast surgeries at some point so I thought I’d give more detail about what to expect and how to prepare. It is extremely long, because I wanted every bit to be in one place.

There are a ton of sites where you can find things to do to prepare, but the ones I saw didn’t explain things well. I’m sure these surgeries vary a lot by location and type, but some truths are consistent.

I had what was called a bilateral mastectomy and lymphnode removal, which just means both breasts were removed. On one side, 11 lymphnodes were taken. I had cancer on just one side, but due to my BRCA status and size of the original tumor, it was very likely to spread to my other side anyway. It is also very difficult to “match” a real one during reconstruction, so all-around I felt better with having both removed. In addition, after a mastectomy you don’t need mammograms (usually), so that’s one less thing I have to do (and stress about) in the future.

Many people elect to have just a lumpectomy instead of full removal. The original size of my tumor was 7 cm, so a minimum of 1/3 of the breast would have been removed, which would require reconstruction or weird pads for the future. As you know, I was cancer-free by the time I had the surgery, but because of the stage 4 aspect, Dr. Rassam recommended the full mastectomy in case the cancer returned and could not be reduced (this is called a hygenic mastectomy). Blah blah. I just prayed about it, and the data were very clear that the mastectomy for my tumor type was the way to go. God made me love research for a reason, maybe this was it. I felt fine going through with it.

Radiation also goes smoother without breasts.

If you are ever diagnosed with breast cancer, search and read a lot about the recommendations for your specific type. Your cancer will be tested to see if it is sensitive to estrogen, progesterone and her2. If it is not sensitive to any of the three, that is called “triple negative” and treatment options are more limited. Mine had a slight estrogen sensitivity, and was negative to the others. Anyway, this status and the size alters the effectiveness of lumpectomy and mastectomy. The “worse” cancer you have, the more likely it is that you need a full mastectomy, and sometimes doctors don’t tell you this because they want to spare you emotional pain. But the emotional pain is a lot worse if your cancer comes back. I’ve heard of many such cases, and the person always regrets just getting the lumpectomy the first time around. Regardless, there are a lot of studies on the importance of each type of surgery, and the results differ based on the details of the specific breast cancer. This is, thankfully, one very easy decision to make if you care about the data.

Proverbs 2:6, “For the Lord gives wisdom, and from His mouth come knowleddge and understanding.”

If you’re very sensitive or completely thrown off by the prospect of a mastectomy, it might be that you could have a lumpectomy first, then when  you’re mentally prepared have the mastectomy. You might be able to have that at the same time as reconstruction, which is a LOT better, mentally. I really wanted Dr. Crooms to do my removal though, and a guy in Gainesville is my top choice for the reconstruction, so on top of no one offering the lumpectomy first, I did it separately.

There are all kinds of mastectomies and reconstruction. There are skin and nipple sparing (they sew your nipples to a different part of your body and “save” them for later!) removals, but the plastic surgeons I spoke to requested that my skin be pulled very tightly because that’s better for radiation. Apparently the radiation permanently ruins your skin and tissue, with results changing more for months after radiation ends. So my tissue and nipples were all removed, and the skin pulled taut. When I get reconstruction later I will have new skin put on to replace that.

Some people are good candidates for implants, but I wasn’t. I thought it was because of having radiation but I know of someone who got them with radiation, so it might be up to the doctor. I didn’t want implants anyway, because there are a lot of options now of how the plastic surgeon can use my extra fat to create new breasts. I’m hoping to get one called DIEP, which is when they pull off my stomach muscles, dissect the fat off, then put the muscle back on my stomach. They would give me a tummy tuck and use that skin to create the new ones!!!! I knew I was saving all that tummy fat for something!!!! If I don’t have enough fat (yeah, right!), they will also use an implant.

So, the DIEP sounds great, except that if I was getting implants I could have had expanders put in during the mastectomy. Over time, they are filled with liquid to stretch out your skin, then eventually are replaced with the implants. The point is that after a mastectomy you have something there instead of being so naked (more on that below). That would be awesome and after my surgery I desperately wished I had found someone willing to do that for me. However, a girl who had that surgery around the time of mine just had to have an emergency back flap procedure because something went wrong with the expander. She really didn’t want that procedure done, and was totally unprepared to have to race to the hospital and get it done. Plus, they say those expanders hurt quite a bit.

I read that I would need sports bras that opened or zipped in the front, but I couldn’t find them. It isn’t what you really need anyway. You need to order mastectomy camisoles and sleeping bras with breast forms. You need them because it will probably be 1-2 months before you can wear real prosthetics but you can wear these forms (one size fits all, they’re like little pillows) home from the hospital. They actually provide a little padding that helped me with comfort. They are NOT all the same, so order them with plenty of time. TLC is a common cancer website with some good products, but plenty of bad ones. It can be really frustrating. You can remove the forms and use them in many tops. They don’t touch your skin directly so I was fine with 2 sets. I heard the hospital normally gives you one camisole and forms to wear home, but I didn’t get anything. I found these brands to be good: Too Beautiful (the cutest, by far), Elita and Amoena. I bought a TLC brand open-front camisole and forms, and it was the WORST. AWFUL. Remember that the camisoles/tank-tops that open in the front are helpful at first, but they usually need to be worn under something. Mine ended up looking bulky so either get a smaller size or more sleep/sports bra types. Make sure you own at least one top with a drain holder for the beginning.

Someone lent me a drain squeezer. You can see them at Unfortunately I can’t tell where to buy them but it is worth contacting them (Mayo Clinic just gives them out). It was AWESOME and very helpful. I cannot tell you enough how great it was. Squeezing drains doesn’t seem like a huge problem, but when you use a squeezer you can’t stop smiling from the improvement.

Sometimes it’s better not to know what to expect, or what could go wrong. But you obviously still need to plan for things like childcare or work for after surgery. Make sure to ask your surgeon all about his plan for what you can lift and when. Dr. Crooms is of the “do what you can handle” school of thought, so I didn’t have stipulations. But some peope get very strict guidelines that could change your plans.

Make sure to get mentally prepared for the surgery, but I don’t know how to do this besides through prayer. So, get to it.

“Don’t worry about anything, but in everything, through prayer and petition with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses every thought, will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.” Phil 4:6-8

If you’ve had other surgeries, this is pretty much the same. Dr. Crooms is a general surgeon so mine was done at the Surgery Center of TMH. Incidentally, some people specialize in breast surgery. I’m sure they’re great, but EVERY time I’ve shown a professional my scars he has wanted to know who did the surgery and remarks at how great it looks. So, if you’re local, go to Dr. Crooms! If you’re not local, you could still go to Dr. Crooms! Otherwise, don’t automaticlly balk at the prospect of having a general surgeon. DO talk to people and get their experienced recommendation though.

I had the typical procedure, including a pre-operative appointment a few weeks before surgery, then the day before the procedure I called for the time and instructions on how to prepare. It was just no food or water after midnight. At the hospital I got the IV quickly and hung out with my mom for a bit. The scary part for me is always when they wheel me into the waiting room, where I’m all alone and completely sober. This time they let me wait in the pediatric surgery room because that’s private, in case he wanted to come in and mark me up beforehand. The last time I had to wait in the other surgical waiting area and I felt like a cow being corralled with the rest of the herd. A nurse said I wouldn’t remember that part so I guess they assume people will be out of it and they can treat us however they like. But I remember every second. Every embarassing question they asked the men around me, etc. It was scary, sad, and very lonely.

Anyway, in the pediatric waiting area there are paintings on the ceiling, signed by patients. It was really sad to think of the children who had waited in that room, so scared, before.

The surgery was a few hours and I woke up in considerable pain. I didn’t know how much pain to expect though, so when a nurse asked I told her I was fine (I meant that I could handle it while she got me medicine). When I finally was about to scream from the agony she said, “can you still not feel anything?” and I realized that they’d really thought I wasn’t in any pain at all. She gave me a morphine drip that I could activate every 7 minutes. I used it frantically, afraid to even sleep in case I would awaken up in severe pain. I thought I needed to let the morphine build up in my system but It turned out I didn’t need it at all. The pain never got as bad as it was right after surgery. After about a day I figured out that I wasn’t even in pain and didn’t use it again. They don’t let you off the IV or oxygen until you’re off the morphine and IV drugs, so it’s a good thing to get off it.

I stayed all 3 days there, because I thought going home would be too hard to deal with the kids, etc. It probably would have been fine but we’ll never know. This type of surgery is not the same as when you have a child though, so my mom stayed the first night to help with all the cords/bathroom trips, but otherwise I stayed alone.

Isaiah 40:29, “He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.”

The nurses took the bandages off before I left, so I couldn’t hide from my mutilated body. I had a drain on each side and maybe 60 staples. They taught me to empty my drains and record how much fluid was removed, but I never reported it to anyone. Nurse Karen at Dr. Crooms office just checked me out then removed the drains at my first follow-up appt (1 week after surgery). She also removed my staples and replaced them with steri-strips. In case I haven’t mentioned it, she is one of my favorite people. She taught me some exercises to do to improve my range of motion too.

I holed up in our bedroom for almost a week after surgery. I just sat in the dark watching tv. I imagined spending a lot of time with God during this time, but mostly felt numb and a little abandoned by Him. He snapped me out of it one day though and that was the only depressive-type of episode I had about it.

I was not ecstatic that Karen made me start “exercising”. I hoped bedrest would be on the prescription pad, not a bunch of uncomfortable moves. I did them a few times a day for a few days, then petered off. I at least try to do some extra stretches as I’m sitting around. I ended up with full range of motion in my right arm (no lymphnode removal), and almost full range in my left arm. So, God is awesome and maybe my full-time job of child-rearing works my muscles well.

The most helpful thing I learned while recovering: Karen said, “it’s going to feel like you’re doing something wrong or pulling out your stitches”. That was VERY good to know, because that is EXACTLY what it felt like. It’s actually just breaking down scar tissue, but I feel it ripping and it definitely seems like I should stop. Instead I know I should keep going.

There is gross and weird stuff going on now. I don’t look like you’d expect–I imagined looking like a man, but it’s worse than that. I look like a mutilated person for sure. People were created in God’s image, and He did NOT look like this. I still have my post-pregnancy fat stomach, but as it goes upward I actually have a “two-pack” of muscles that jut out. If my stomach was flat this might be normal-looking, but as it is is creepy.
Next–you know that crevice between everyone’s breasts/chest muscles? Cleavage, I guess. Well, I still have it. I guess it’s bone or cartilage, so I have that indention, and the outsides of that protrude from the middle of my chest. Then it all sinks in around it.
Finally, the GROSSEST is so bad. I would actually put a picture on here because I feel like an alien already, but I wouldn’t want it to be banned from the internet due to the yuckiness…Are you ready for this? When I move a certain way when getting ready, it makes my tiny pectoral muscles flex. They are the size of ping pong balls. The rest of my chest stays flat, and these little golf balls pop out, very similar to “bug eyes” that might burst out of a cartoon character’s face. I’m probably not describing it well, but it is SO weird and icky.

That’s all I can think of. I’m so fortunate and blessed to have been healed of this horrendous disease that I don’t feel sorry for myself when I see the scars. I just feel joy that I am a child of God, and that this gross body is just temporary.

2 Cor 4:16, “Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.”

Make sure to ask any questions I didn’t answer while it’s all still fresh in my mind! Also, add any helpful tips from your own experience to the comments section!

ADDED 8/9: If you live in Tallahassee, you can go to A Woman’s Place at TMH for prescription prosthetics. It’s a little complicated but much easier than dealing with online purchases, because there are so many types, materials, sizes, and shapes to pick from. At A Woman’s Place you call them and they arrange for a prescription from the surgeon, a referral from the general practitioner, and a fitting 4-6 weeks after surgery. You can try everything on there and let you take some things home, ordering the others for you.

Cool Things Happening

What a nice day! I’m officially half-way done with my radiation treatments, and that in itself is very exciting. The treatments aren’t bad and I enjoy the people there, but going every single day has been taxing. It’s in the middle of the day, which also happens to be Naomi’s naptime, so it feels like I never get a break. I prayed a lot about it yesterday, because it was making me very unpleasant to be around, and I guess my answer was a much easier, more peaceful day today.

So the first cool events occurred during radiation today. I have to depend on my radiation therapist to use a speaker and tell me when to start the special breathing I previously described. If she happens to forget, I start when I hear the machine kick on but so far that has been too late. I have to redo it, and the extra few minutes of fancy breathing is tough. So today she set me up on the machine and as soon as I got inside God told me to start breathing. If you don’t know God, that’s one of those times you would later say, “something told me…”. I recognized that as His, not my own, voice and started it. It turned out she did forget to tell me so we would have had to redo that one. So that was cool.

It turned out the machine went offline while I was in there anyway, so we did have to redo it. After a delay I went back in and heard that same idea of “Start your breathing”. This time I didn’t recognize it was God and thought, “she would NEVER forget to tell me twice in a row.” So, I didn’t do it. A second later, the speaker made this garbly sound and I heard the therapist’s voice quietly say, “Okay, start your breathing”. I did. When the scan was done she ran in and apologized for not having told me to breathe. Amazed, I told her I had heard her voice through the speaker. There was another worker who was with her and both insist she didn’t say a word into the speaker, or about breathing!!!!!!!!! WHAT?!? Who was that? Ahem, it was the great “I AM”.

Exodus 3:14, “God said to Moses, ‘I AM who I AM’. This is what you are to say to the Israelites, I AM has sent me to you”

Another interesting thing that happened today was that I got a call from Dr. McAlpine’s office. Basically, he is still concerned that I’m going to get ovarian cancer, because that’s really common with BRCA 1 people (usually after age 40, but I’m always the exception!). Dr. Rassam is not at all concerned that I’ll get it so doesn’t want to screen me for it. So I’m still seeing Dr. Rassam for breast cancer screening but also McAlpine for ovarian screening. Ovarian screening is really behind the times, so we’re doing all that’s possible–blood tests and utrasounds, midway between the scans I get from Rassam. Anyway, last week I had that blood test and it happened to include one for the breast cancer too. I was not concerned at all until today when McAlpine’s nurse left a message to call her. She sounded devastated and I almost forgot Deut 31:8, “The Lord himself goes before you and will be with you; He will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; Do not be discouraged.” I really didn’t think I suddenly had cancer, but did think some of the (notoriously inconsistent) results might have been bad and would result in a little chaos and additional testing or problems. Anyway, I called back and she still sounded like she was about to tell me someone died. But she said both tests were normal, hooray!!!!

Habakkuk 3:2, “Lord, I have heard of your fame; I stand in awe of your deeds, O Lord. Renew them in our day, i our time make them known.”

Always something to whine about…

So, I never asked it while dealing with the diagnosis or treatments, but now that God has a tiny, insignificant request of me, I find myself a tad depressed, moaning, “Why me?”. It’s embarassing to even type it, but there’s no point in pretending I’m something that I’m not…over the past few weeks God has put it on my heart to stop watching tv. I sort of swept it under the rug with a variety of my own solutions: I tried watching a bit less, not watching for a day or two and only watching while I work out. I thought the issue might go away. It didn’t. Last night, after cutting my Bible time short to watch Netflix, I couldn’t fall asleep for hours. When I did I had nightmares and felt very strongly that I was surrounded by evil. I prayed it away but lost 4 hours of sleep total. Somehow out of that I was quite certain that God had allowed it because He wanted me off tv, so I promised not to watch until He said I could. Today of course, that didn’t make any sense so I watched an episode of Bridezillas. I realize it is a ridiculous show, but I had no other options. Anyway, I tore myself away to listen to a message about Exodus (still studying the Old Testament), and the second I thought, “when this is done I’ll watch one show”, Jon Courson said somehing like, “Your motto should be, ‘there’s no time for leaven [sin], I’m on my way to heaven’. You know, you can’t take communion on Sunday then go home and watch a bunch of junk on tv.”

You can call that a coincidence, but if so it was about the tenth one since I started suspecting He wanted me off tv. That equates to some sort of memo from God reminding me, “No tv. Tv doesn’t feed your soul, I do.” Message received. Finally. I imagine if God wasn’t so perfect and patient, He would be rolling His eyes at me right now.

But….why me? Why does everyone else get to watch tv but me? Why can’t I enjoy some lighthearted entertainment? What does it hurt? As I type this, my husband is in our bedroom playing video games online against his brother. I actually hear them shooting each other. How is that better than my watching an innocent tv show that only shows a few “minor” sins?

As much as I hate to admit it, God’s answers are clear. His motives are clear. I just don’t like them. It is so hard to embrace things we don’t like! I am so wrong to take issue with being asked to sacrifice a miniscule part of my life. For one, I can’t compare myself to other people, I must instead strive to be like God. 2 Cor 10:12, “But in measuring themselves by themselves and comparing themselves to themselves, they lack understanding.”. I have also clarified that I wasn’t watching quality, life-giving television, but I don’t know if that matters. He may just want more of my time, be watching to see how much of my own desires I am willing to give up, or be unpleased with the specific entertainment I was selecting. I don’t know what shows I have access to that are filled with joy and love, and that’s because I don’t seek them out. If God gives me the “okay” to watch things again, maybe I need to pursue those, but I’ll take one step at a time. For now, I have more time to spend pursuing eternal goals and I will embrace that without questioning Him about it.

To the One who saved me from eternal damnation, I am fully devoted. By the One who blessed me with an amazing husband and two perfect children, I remain awestruck. For the One who chose me to display His miraculous power with supernatural healing, I am humbled and grateful. And when  am tempted to forget I will remember that “I love the Lord, for He heard my voice. He heard my cry for mercy.” Ps 116:1

Preparing for Radiation

I haven’t blogged in awhile, but fear not–it’s because I just didn’t have anything to say. Believe it or not I’m doing very well.

I’ve struggled a bit with fatigue that was worse than during chemo. I was sleeping 11 and 12 hours some nights, but was still exhausted and kept telling Yaacov I thought something was wrong with me. Next thing you know, I went for a monthly shot I get at Rassam’s and the chemo nurse mistakenly had my blood tested. It came back as dangerously out of order. Everything was off, and the white blood count was very low. Dr. Rassam said it was too delayed to be caused by chemo, so it was either that cancer was suddenly released into my bone marrow, or a mistake at the lab. They took my blood again and it was fine. YAY, God wins again!
I guess the fatigue was just because my body finally released all the stress I was dealing with over the course of cancer. It also happened to get considerably better after the ordeal with my blood. I think Satan used the fatigue to get my mind ansy about my health. It didn’t work, there was no panicking, just a little prayer and letting God take care of business. Deut 31:8, “The Lord himself goes before you and will be with you. He will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; Do not be discouraged.”
The last time I blogged I was on my way to the funeral of a precious, 18-month-old baby girl. I haven’t been to a lot of funerals so can’t compare it well, but it seemed very crowded as so many people wanted to support the family. The poor parents had to stand there in a receiving line for hours and that seems so cruel to me. Everyone there was trying to support them, but how much support can they get from having to stand and be polite to hundreds of people? Isn’t the point of helping people to ease their burdens? They had to be “in charge”, by keeping the line moving, listening and responding to everyone saying the same thing. I would think this would be one time that they shouldn’t have to be responsible for the success of a big event. I suppose one good point of that would be if the busy-ness helped delay dealing with the reality of the situation. I don’t actually know what a solution would be, but I hope people (including myself) can find better ways to encourage them. “But encourage one another daily, as long as it is called Today, so that none of you may be hardened by sins deceitfulness.” Heb 13:3
The really cool and encouraging thing someone mentioned during the service was that as soon as they heard about their loss, the parents immediately vowed not to let it break them. I’ve been relatively obsessed with that concept lately, because it’s the same thing I felt with the cancer diagnosis. But I’ve been trying to understand why some people don’t have that desire to fight. For example, Yaacov told me if he’d gotten the Stage 4 diagnosis he would have just accepted it. So, why is that? Is it a personality trait? Is it a desire for those of us destined to survive to fight against all odds, but those set to actually die just don’t have that same fighting desire? Are the fighters in God’s will and the non-fighters aren’t? Nehemiah 4:14, “Remember the Lord, who is great and awesome, and fight for your brothers, your sons and your daughters, your wives and your homes.” Obviously an argument can be made for not fighting against our circumtances too, because we live in this world (although we are not OF this world), and we are not to love our lives. So, I’ve been looking up more about the desires of our hearts but still don’t know. The answer always seems to be an individual one, depending on the leading of the Holy Spirit.
Right now I’m waiting on the guidance of the Spirit regarding whether to go through with radiation or not. There are a lot of reasons on both sides and I’m not hearing clearly from the Lord. I need to keep praying about it and will blog soon on all the details.
Thanks to all for all the prayers. The Lord is taking such great care of me. I don’t feel any different than I did before the mastectomy, and my hair and eyebrows are growing back nicely.The radiation therapist today said my scars are some of the nicest she’s seen, which might be helping. Plus, in less than two years (hopefully more like 6 months), I’ll be able to get reconstruction and look better than ever.
“I will be glad and rejoice in your love, for you saw my affliction and knew the anguish of my soul. You have not handed me over to the enemy but have set my feet in a spacious place.” Ps 31:7-8
**If anyone who is sick or interested in healing lives in Tallahassee, there is a special church service dedicated to healing this Friday at LifePoint church at 7pm. I can forward you more information if you email me.**