Cancer Came Knocking. God Said No Vacancies
The big C. Who would have thought it. I’ve heard that the word could send your imagination and anxiety through the roof. I thought not me. Not an emotionless rock. Not someone that jokes about everything and takes nothing to heart.
Boy was I wrong. I did good. I didn’t cry in the office. I kept my chin up. Kept positive. After all it was early stage, right? Curable right? By the time I had gotten to my car, that positivity had flown the coop. It took me about 15 minutes to stop balling like a wounded hyena.
After that, I put on my big girl pants and reached out to my second oldest child. By all means, we are not close. Don’t get me wrong. We love each other. We’ve just gone down some rocky roads. But she was the one I called on. Why? Because I knew she would be my strength. You see she’s a no-nonsense person. The minute I heard her voice the tears stopped. I knew my child well enough to know that she wouldn’t want to hear the tears. Don’t have time for that. Let’s figure out what we have to do type of deal. I needed the child that would destress me. Decrease the anxiety that would come with the worry.
You see I have four kids, but they have their own personalities. They all love me dearly and they will all be there for me.
“God didn’t promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow, or sun without rain, but He did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears, and light for the way.”