I got another birthday present the other day, from June. It was late because it came via mail. She took my blog and turned it into a book. I was blown away. Now I have a tangible, actual book outlining my journey the last few months. As I read through my thoughts and musings, I began to realize a few things. Firstly, my grammar skills are horrible. Secondly, the whole cancer experience still seems like a blur to me. As I slowly get back to 100% , I am excited about getting back to work. I relish the opportunity to share my story with anyone who will listen. In sharing my story, the cancer and disease plays only a small part. The bigger part of the story was how my faith got me through a rough patch in my life. And how my family and friends played a huge part in my fight and recovery. I now reflect on how I treasure times spent with family and friends. Different than before. I read a lot about how cancer survivors develop these little quirks. Every ache or pain in the body brings back rushing sensations of dread. Is the cancer back, is that a tumor? I feel Arnold Schwartzenegger(ic) yelling "ITS NOT A TUMOR" like in Kindergarten Cop. I told myself not to think like that but the human brain doesn't always work the way you want it to. I have another blood test and CT scan in August. Getting a clean bill of health on Aug 25th will allow me to go back to work and normal life in September.
I've been told about many people that have started their own battle with cancer recently. It may not always be cancer but we are always battling something. Each of us have our own demons we face on a daily basis. It's easy to just give up or give in. Or we can fight. June and I have begun our next battle- the battle of trying to give Rhys a baby brother or sister. That's a conversation for another day in blogworld. But we ask for your prayers for that.
I read this verse and heard it in a song all on the same week. Not a coincidence
Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning. —Psalm 30:5
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