Four years and three months ago life looked a little
different. The day my doctor said, “You need to see a surgeon,” I drove across
town to a building with BIG BOLD SCARY letters on top. I called Teresa.
“You gotta start praying, this building says CANCER
CLINIC in huge letters. I don’t think this is about me, but the book.” I’m sure
I said more, but whatever. I told Teresa I knew the book I’d just published, “Capsules
of Hope: Survival Guide for Caregivers” needed to be in every doctors office in
town. So my visit inside this clinic had to do with the book—not me. Even then
I didn’t think I had cancer.
A week later the surgeon handed out her diagnosis. “Its
cancer—an aggressive cancer.” It still amazes me—that prophetic phone call—“Teresa,
this isn’t about me—it’s about the book.”
Wow.
Daughter Marcy captured me in my foil bonnet—just one of
many head coverings I’d wear in the next few months. Husband, well he loved me
bald and at home I didn’t worry about wigs, bonnets or hats. But I grieved the loss of my hair.
Of course, before I lost my hair husband drove me to
Bravado’s wig store. Before he sat down, husband said, “I’ve always wanted to
be married to a blonde. Do you think you can help me out?” Sharon, the
wonderful clerk laughed at that request and all the rest of husband’s nonsense
while there. I walked out the door with two wigs—one brunette an one blonde—along
with a couple other head coverings and an adorable hat.
Six weeks later Sharon asked if I might share about “Capsules
of Hope” and my breast cancer journey at Bravados.
I did and look at this? I ended up with a pink wig.
The wonderful news is I survived breast cancer—maybe I
didn’t recover as quickly as others, but I am cancer free. When my hair grew
back in I decided I’d never dye it again. After all, Proverbs 16:31 says, Gray hair is a crown of splendor; it is
attained by a righteous life.
Well Life really isn't about me. But enjoy the photos anyway.
Prayer:
Thank you for bringing me through the tough times and although I still feel
like husband left me too soon, he encouraged me through those first few weeks.
He helped me accept my baldness. He also promoted “Capsules of Hope”—funny guy
he was, he’d tell everyone it was a good book because after all, it was about
him. And Lord, never forget him snuggling
in behind me at night. He thought I was already asleep, but often I heard him pray
over me. I feel so blessed to be alive and able to share Jesus, my Savior and
Redeemer with others. Thank you, God. Amen
