Thank you, Lord, for carrying me along this journey thus far. I most certainly could not have done it without you and your many faithful to help me along the way. My hope for sharing this each month has been to help others that may be traversing the same path, or know someone who is. I had no idea just how close to home that would hit, as my dear friend and daughter’s mother-in-law, Sandy, was just diagnosed with breast cancer, as well. She has a different type of cancer than mine, and her path is already not the same, but everyone’s journey is unique to them and depends on many factors. Mine is just one path and how I’ve felt, but I look forward to being a support for her in the coming months, as she has been to me.
So many survivors have offered stories of encouragement and hope, and I thank each and every one of you! One of my latest encounters happened one Sunday morning as I made a quick run to Lowe’s Home Improvement to pick up something I needed for church. I recall walking in from the parking lot, and for some reason, thoughts of reconstruction were swirling in my head. Dreading it and wondering, did I really want to put myself through that? I honestly had not thought much about it outside of my initial appointment with the plastic surgeon, because I find that focusing on what I’m going through at the time is the best way to handle it. It’s easy to get overwhelmed when you think of everything you will go through all at once. So in hindsight, it was weird to me that it even popped in my head, but God had a plan. I grab my item and get in line with a cashier, instead of my usual self-check-out—more divine intervention. Donna asks if I’m a survivor. I reply, I hope so, and explain I’m still going through treatment. She tells me she is a survivor, too, and then she asks if I’m having reconstruction. Tears well up in my eyes because I know she is just one more of God’s many angels put in my path. She tells me I need to do it and it will be fine. Thank you, Donna!
Surprise of my Life!
On a scorchingly hot July day, I got the surprise of my life. My daughter and I had been delivering the August issues all day, and I was oblivious to the nervousness she seemed to have about my “Just one more stop” plea multiple times. I was also oblivious to my friend’s cancellation of a birthday dinner earlier that day for that night, and so I was in no hurry to get home. Little did I know they were in on it, too! So we finally get home, and I’m in the driveway cleaning out my car from the day’s work, and I hear sirens. My daughter reappears out of nowhere, and I mention how they seem to be getting closer. They are finally so loud, I start walking up my driveway and notice a sheriff’s patrol car pulling into my neighbor’s driveway. I’m immediately distraught, thinking something is wrong with them, and my daughter is like, “Mom, look at the fire trucks!” I turn my eyes up the road and cannot believe the sight! “For me?” I say. Two beautiful pink fire trucks with some very handsome firemen and a line of friends coming to greet me. To say I was surprised was an understatement!
This was all part of the Pink Heals organization. Many thanks to Lana Scholtfeldt & Dana Bryson of the Village Inn Hotel & Event Center, and Keela Johnson for bringing about such an amazing surprise! According to the Pink Heals website, it is a program that partners with Public Safety, local businesses, and families to bring a community together. It is a program that provides home visits to show individuals that they are loved, cherished and important to others. Pink Heals brings back the human element by celebrating people, not causes. I certainly felt very loved and celebrated that day! Stay tuned for an article on the Pink Heals organization in the October issue of Forsyth Family magazine and a special Forsyth Woman Girls’ Night Out Pink Heals fundraiser in October, as well.
I reached another milestone and finished radiation on August 10th and left for vacation the very next day. Ringing that bell was a great feeling! God is good! I remain GrateFull and HopeFull!