Day Four with Cancer:
Oh my goodness, what an insane day. It started out fairly relaxing. I didn't have to wake up at 5, so that was nice. I sat with mom for a bit in the morning and then started making calls and sending emails. Since Dr. Sailors had called the night before and told me to call in the morning, I figured I'd get with him first. I called a few times and he didn't answer and his voicemail was full. I sent Dr. Atreja an email about whether or not I should be working with an Oncologist and if I needed to have one speak directly with my surgeon. I realized very suddenly that I had taken far more time doing this than I had wanted to, and was late getting out the door. I ran out the door without getting all my things (or a coat). I sped to work thinking how ironic it would be to be diagnosed with cancer and then die in a car accident.
I was scheduled with the toddlers and I was having a really difficult time because I was so anemic. Just standing and walking was getting me weak and dizzy, but then having to chase the kids and lift them up and down to change diapers was making it REALLY hard. There were a few separate occasions where I almost passed out or fell down. Once we got to snack I had an orange and a glass of milk, hoping that it would help. It didn't. Thankfully, I had lots of stuff to do in the office and Andrea was kind enough to switch with me so that I could finish it. I went to the office and made up some invitations for the Muffins with Mom breakfast, printed them out and put them in mailboxes. I also kept having to speak with parents about the situation, get kids off the bus, and try to make sure one of the teachers went home. By 5:45, it was just Kelly, Connie and me. At that time we also realized that a certain teacher had left multiple rooms a disaster area and we all had to do double the amount of work we should have had to do. The three of us weren't able to get out of the school until 6:35. This was awful for me because it was the ONE time that I had somewhere to be.
Jeremy and I had planned to go watch Annie Get Your Gun at Aurora High School. The show started at 7 and it was supposed to take me 39 minutes from work. Needless to say, the already frustrating situation at work was now making me MORE furious. Again I sped as fast as I was able and again I imagined the irony in getting into a car crash. I ended up getting stuck on the express lanes and then had to literally drive over the grass median to get back to where I needed to be. I was able to get there about 7 minutes late. Brian Heigle was already there with Jeremy. The show was wonderful. John Michael was fabulous. I can't believe how much he's improved and just become this fantastic leading man. I was so proud to see all these kids that I love so much, on stage and doing the stuff that is so important to all of us. It really was awesome. I was able to see Leah, JM, Jeffrey, Ian, Robbie, Emily, and Sarah, as well as Eve and her mom, Paula and her husband, Rob and his wife, and of course, Brian. What a lovely reunion. Brian, Jeremy and I talked probably more than was appropriate during the performance, commenting on the fantastic voices, oddly inappropriate dialogue, and intense "stage" kisses AND we were even able to get a few cancer jokes in there. After the show, when we were mingling, there were a couple of times I almost fell over again. I couldn't seem to shake the light headedness. I waited around for a while because I wanted to break the news to Rob, but not in the middle of his directorial high. I spoke with him for a while and then J and I prepared to go to JM's house.
I love every moment I spend at that house. We are some of the strangest people. We literally sit there for hours finding the most ridiculous things on YouTube and watching them. The first couple hours of last night consisted of watching "Sexy Sax Man" do a Careless Whisper Saxophone Prank (which seriously almost made me wet myself), the Friday Brock's Mix, Birdemic (for the 5th or 6th time), some awfulness called My Jeans...and a bunch of other stuff. Eventually some of the kids left and somehow we moved out into the room with the dance floor and Jeffrey basically asked J for a lesson in break dancing. We did that for a while and then finally decided to watch the Fantastic Mr. Fox. I don't know when J will finally realize that I have good taste in movies, but he's been putting of watching this one with me and then during the whole movie he kept saying, "I don't know what I thought it was going to be, but this wasn't it. This is AWESOME!" If you haven't seen it, this is my recommendation. I have seen it several times and I still laugh hysterically every time. After the movie was over we headed out. It was soo late. I took J back to his car and started home. I had to stop in Willoughby to get some OJ and powdered doughnuts because I was falling asleep. I walked in the door right around 5am and crashed.
Day Four: Shaky, but ended wonderfully
Verse of the Day: Is anyone among you in trouble? Let them pray. Is anyone happy? Let them sing songs of praise. 14 Is anyone among you sick? Let them call the elders of the church to pray over them and anoint them with oil in the name of the Lord. 15 And the prayer offered in faith will make the sick person well; the Lord will raise them up. If they have sinned, they will be forgiven. 16 Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective. James 5:13-16
Song of the Day: Though not inspirational, I have to post it because it makes me laugh.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GaoLU6zKaws
Day Five with Cancer:
Wow. Today has been an emotional roller coaster. I woke up at 10. I had slept for about 5 hours after getting in SUPER late...or should I say early...last night/this morning. Mom was home sick and we were able to just relax a little bit. We watched last week's Glee and Bones and then decided to go outside on the deck and get some fresh air. It was warmer, but still chilly, so we took blankets and read our books. We really are just too similar. I tried to take a little nap since I knew that I had a lot to do in the afternoon, but I wasn't able to sleep. Mom did end up taking a picture of me TRYING to sleep with the dog laying on me though. That was pretty entertaining. Someone knocked on the door and needless to day, neither mom nor myself were prepared to go to answer the door. We were both looking pretty awful and were still in our pj's. I looked out and said it looked like someone was delivering flowers. Mom answered the door. We looked at the card together and it was from my sister's in-laws, Doug and Tara. The card read, "Some days there won't be a song in your heart...sing anyway." E.A. Love Tara and Doug" I couldn't help but cry a bit. It's not like they're MY in-laws. It meant so much to me that they would do something like that for me.
Dad came home from working on some electrical stuff at Jay and Jenny's and Jenny had made and sent an entire pan of green bean casserole and ham since I was unable to eat anything on Easter. The tears started again. She knew how sad I was that I was basically unable to celebrate the holiday with the family and she took it upon herself to make sure that I celebrated...even if it was late. Talk about thoughtful.
I got ready to head out to Dr. Sailors office to pick up stuff for the CTs on Tuesday. When I drove by, they were closed. Next stop: Wal Mart. I have wanted a Wii Fit for a long time and today I decided I was getting one. I went ahead and purchased it online so when I went in the store, all I had to do was grab it. I ran into Andy Koch there and we ended up going over the situation. After that, I carried out my awesome new purchase and headed to TriPoint Medical Center. When I went into TriPoint, NO ONE was there. I couldn't find a single person that worked there. I found where I THOUGHT Radiology was, but no one was at the desk. There was a set of double doors there and I tried to get through there, but they were locked. I walked back and forth for 15 minutes or so and finally I saw a nurse come out of the double doors I had tried to go through. I asked where Radiology was and she said, "Right back here with me." Apparently, she had been manning both the front and back desks and someone had locked the doors so no one could get through to the back without a key card. She took me into the back and got my films for my old CTs. I asked her about whether or not I might be able to get the ultrasound that followed that and she was so nice about it that she just put EVERYTHING on a few discs for me. Thankfully, I think that means I really shouldn't EVER need to go back and get those again. I have a documentation of all the pneumothorax testing from when I was in the hospital and following that period, the CT of the abdomen and the ultrasound. On my way back, I stopped at Pat Catan's so that I could look for beads and things to work on the cancer line of jewelry and then I stopped at Sarah's house. Jaden wanted to play so badly, but I honestly didn't think I could do it. I felt awful. We did do a really cool experiment with some books though. :) I felt like I was in my very own episode of Myth Busters.
I headed home and had some soup while mom and I tried (and failed) to look at the CTs on my laptop. Jimmy called, so I took my phone to my room. He's such a sweet man. I'm looking forward to he and Chase heading back here for Memorial Day. I went back downstairs to talk to mom and dad was being really weird. He hadn't been here all day and then he went to the winery and got pretty close to wasted, came home and wouldn't speak to us and avoided all contact. Mom was starting to get really upset because work is hard enough as it is, now she has me to worry about, plus the fact that she's sick and now she's got to babysit her husband?! She finally confronted him about it and of course, he didn't respond well. She can't cope if he drinks and he can't cope if he doesn't. It turned into a big argument and it's all over me. I hate to think of my parents divorcing after 30 years because I just happened to get cancer. I started sobbing and ran upstairs. I had to call J and have him talk about something totally unrelated. He's so good to me. Shortly after that, I began a conversation with a close friend. He asked how I was and said that he was planning on holding a cabaret this summer and was wondering if I'd mind if he gave me the donations. Of course I started crying AGAIN! It's amazing to see how some people have just really taken it upon themselves to help out. It means more than words can say. Now I just need to continue trying to relax with a glass of wine, my book and some conversation with the man who helps me stay strong.
Tomorrow means church and most definitely an anointing service for me. I'm expecting God to do great things. Alright. Bed time.
Day Five: Slightly Bipolar
Verse of the Day: "This is the day the Lord has made. We will rejoice and be glad in it." Psalm 118:24
Song of the Day: Healer
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W_MQtokXCb4&feature=related
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Day Three with Cancer
We have arrived at day three. Now that I know that I have cancer and what exactly is going on in my body, I feel a bit better about certain things that are going on. I had stopped by the bookstore last night to pick up a couple of books on the subject and while reading a bit today I read a portion about fatigue during treatment.
"Rest: While taking treatment I often felt like a wind-up clock. I said "wind-up", "not battery-operated". A battery-operated clock begins losing seconds, then minutes, before it stops; a when a wind-up clock stops, it stops. It's natural to have very little reserve energy, to be going along fine one minute and then totally beat the next. Sit down, lie down, and let your clock rewind."
I also LOVE that this book is called "There's No Place Like Hope". Obviously I was attracted to the title before I realized that I loved the writer. :) Anyway, that segment totally described how I was yesterday. I was going along really well and then BAM! I totally hit a wall. In addition to that, my doctor had told me to avoid any strenuous activity because I'm so anemic. I have to laugh at that because I've found myself getting winded and thinking my heart will pound out of by chest after walking about 20 feet. I'd hate to think what it would be like with REAL strenuous activity. LOL. Hopefully I can start taking my iron again soon, so that we can take care of some of the anemia and I won't get tired and dizzy so quickly.
Today was a nice day. I was able to sleep in just a bit, which is good, since I keep staying up past my bed time talking to people about all the recent events. I had music class with the kids and then went to my sister's house during my break and read a little in the new book. I'm really enjoying the way this woman thinks. She's got attitude. Reminds me a bit of myself in that way. At some point I decided that I'm going to make a cancer line of jewelry. I've had some stuff to make pendants, but I couldn't decide what exactly I wanted to put on them. Now I have a pretty good idea of what I want. I'm also thinking about doing stuff with the faux Pandora beads and making some awareness ribbons. The idea of shirts also crossed my mind. At the time I was really only thinking about making a couple for myself, but now I figure, why not make them and sell them. People buy tons of that stuff at rallys and things. I was thinking about "I Make Cancer Sexy" or "Who Knew Cancer Could Look This Good".
I was able to speak with several people today. I got to have discussions with our secretary, associate pastor, a few parents, and of course Shiloh and Andrea. I'm so blessed to have them as friends. Today Andrea gave me a pin that was blessed by the Pope. Her grandmother wore it when she had cancer, Andi wore it through her cancer, and now I get to wear it through mine. They are both survivors and I'm gonna be one too. Actually, according to my new book, I already am. "...The moment you survive the diagnosis you become a survivor. The moment your cancer has been detected, your success story begins."
I was able to spend some time with my parents this evening and we worked on my MyChart for the CC. My uncle Dave called from Colorado and I spoke with him for a while. I've decided that I'm GOING to Colorado this summer. I don't care if they end up telling me that it's impossible...it's happening. My primary care physician ended up calling around 9:40pm and asking what exactly was going on. I told him about it and about my upcoming appointments. He asked if I'd like the CT's pushed up. I said I guessed I didn't care, but if I had them earlier then the surgeon would have more time to go over them prior to my consult with him. He seemed to want it to happen, so he asked me to call him in the morning and we'd get that going. It was so nice of him to call. He didn't have to do that. He's seen me so many times over the past 9 months that I'd think he'd just want to leave me in the hands of the other doctors at this point. I'll have to send him a thank you card or something.
All in all, not a lot really "happened" today, but it was a good day. Things are as good as they can be, I have lots of people who seem to love me. I have things to be thankful for. God is good, cause even Monday I wasn't able to see that. My world changed overnight. My circumstances are worse, but my outlook is better. Praise the Lord.
Day Three: Gained wisdom and knowledge.
Day Three: Gained wisdom and knowledge.
Scripture of the day:
"Humble yourselves, therefore, under God's mighty hand, that He may lift you up in due time. Cast all your anxiety upon Him, for He cares for you." 1 Peter 5:6-7
Song of the day:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iOufqWodFNo
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Days One and Two with Cancer
Day One with Cancer:
It was a rough morning. I had still been thinking about all the events of the day before and trying to comprehend the fact that I had a mass that "could possibly be cancerous". I didn't expect to hear from the doctor yesterday and I certainly didn't expect him to give me the news that he did. "The mass is cancerous. It's not ambiguous." "So we're 100% certain. This is without a doubt cancer?" "Yes." And there it was. My life forever changed with one phone call.
What to do after that? I cried a bit, then sucked it up and called my parents, first my mom, then my dad. My sister happened to be on Facebook, so I spoke with her online. I called my brother and then my sister in law...I called my boyfriend and my boss...each conversation blending into the next. I forgot how much I had told to each person. Then I was alone. I cried some more. I questioned God. I couldn't understand why God would have even made me if He was just going to make me deal with one illness after another for my entire life. Satan was attacking and I was letting him win.
I had decided initially that I needed to go to work. There was no point in staying home and letting myself dwell on the situation. I didn't realize how good that would actually be for me. It was good to be able to talk it out with most of the girls. I'm so blessed to have such wonderful Christian women to support me, one of which just conquered her own cancer. She is going to be an amazing ally in this whole thing. Though I hate that she had to go through it, I'm so grateful knowing that someone genuinely understands.
When I finally got home from work and our staff meeting around 8:45, I was finally able to speak face to face with my parents. Oddly, with my father, that meant sitting for about 10 minutes in total silence. He finally said, "Mom is waiting up for you. You had better go talk to her." I went and just laid next to her in her bed. We finally went over a few things, but honestly, the silence said more, though she did say eventually that she just didn't want me to be alone. Eventually, I let her go to sleep and got ready to make a couple more calls. It was late when I finally was able to speak to Jeremy, but we prayed over everything and by the time I went to bed, things didn't seem as frightening as they had just that morning. The past couple of days had seemed an eternity, but at that moment, I experienced a glimmer of hope. I can...no, I WILL beat this. One day down.
Day Two with Cancer:
I awoke this morning and immediately I thought, "Can we just not do this, please?" I had only gotten about 4 hours of sleep and there were just a lot of things I didn't want to face. Sadly, I knew that wasn't an option. After lingering probably a little bit longer than was wise, I got up and began getting ready to be at work by 6:30.
Once I got to work, I was glad to be there. A certain little man absolutely made my morning. He kept telling me he loved me and told me he prayed for me the night before. One of the little girls was equally as loving. I felt so fortunate to be able to be a part of their lives. One little boy who is usually a little spit-fire came up to me and laid his hands gently on my belly and then took my hand and rubbed it. I was so moved I asked if I could have a hug. He just said "YEAH", gave me a big one and sat back at the breakfast table. It was like he was a different child. He then looked at me and said, "Miss Allison, would you sing us a song?" Teary-eyed, I said I would love to and asked him what song he'd like to sing. I don't know what I expected...maybe Old McDonald or something. Wouldn't you know, he stuck up his pointer finger and said, "The Little Light". He wanted to sing This Little Light of Mine...a song I've taught the kids in music class. It meant so much to me to see that God really IS using me to speak to these children.
God spoke to me frequently today in many different ways. So many songs that I heard seemed to just really fit the situation. "The Arms That Hold the Universe" and then "Held" by Natalie Grant were songs that really helped a lot. I planned on driving to Cleveland to have lunch with one of my girlfriends and was able to stop and see my mom on at work on the way out. Our visit was nice, but brief. I then headed to Cleveland and was completely lost when trying to get to tower city. We had a lovely lunch at Zoup and were able to catch up on some lost time. After that I was able to meet Jeremy and spend some time really dealing with the situation. I feel very blessed to be loved by a man such as him. I know he's going to be a huge support system for me. Unfortunately, he also got some unfortunate news today which threw another wrench into everything. On the other hand, we serve a God that is greater than our circumstances and with as much work as He's done in the past two days, I feel certain that He's just doing a cleansing on both of our lives. Oddly, with as dark as things are right now, I feel more optimistic about things than I have in a while. I really do believe God is working in these things. He's already giving me a peace about it. I think that's pretty significant.
During my time in Cleveland, I had missed a call to schedule some appointments. When I met Jeremy, I called back and ended up dealing with some of the most ignorant women ever. After telling the woman I had cancer, she told me the first available appointment would be on June 9th. (Let's just remind everyone that today is April 27th.) I restated that I had CANCER and that I was pretty sure my doctor wanted me in a little earlier than that. She got defensive and said, "Well that's the first thing open!" I asked if I was able to choose another surgeon who might have something earlier, to which her response was, "They obviously added this surgeon because they wanted you to see HIM and not someone else!" Exhausted from arguing, I finally said, "Ok, ma'am, go ahead and schedule me for that spot and if you wouldn't mind bumping me up if someone cancels, I'd appreciate it." I hung up the phone and called the doctor I've been dealing with. THANKFULLY, in his office there were some civilized people! I was leaving a message with a woman named Donna and she said, "Wait...what's this surgery for?" "To remove colon cancer." "Umm...you can't wait until June 9th." "That's EXACTLY why I was calling. Is there anything we can do about that?" "Yeah, let me check the schedules of the other surgeons." I SO appreciate people who do their job and do it well. Donna was so helpful and when she suggested one surgeon I asked immediately if I could schedule with him since my brother had recommended him. We went ahead and got the CTs AND the consult for the same morning! I'll be headed back to the CC next Thursday and when we're all done, we should have the knowledge of how they'll be removing the cancer and how much they'll have to remove. I feel like that's a good start.
I was a little broken hearted to come home and find out that my father had been crying about things again. He refuses to talk about things. I really don't want him to have to cope alone. I know I won't be able to. I pray that the Lord gives him strength. Aside from that moment of disappointment and the other bit of bad news that was delivered, it honestly was a really good day. God was obviously working and He was sending peace in waves. Though this morning I didn't want to wake up and tackle the day, He has given me the strength to say at the end of the day, "I can do this! I'm going to beat this!" The God I serve is bigger than cancer and He's bigger than death. Praise the Lord!
I got this...it's in the bag. As I told my "Lion" today, "I'm a cancer ninja!"
The Lord nurses them when they are sick and restores them to health. Psalm 41:3
Day Two with Cancer: OWNED
It was a rough morning. I had still been thinking about all the events of the day before and trying to comprehend the fact that I had a mass that "could possibly be cancerous". I didn't expect to hear from the doctor yesterday and I certainly didn't expect him to give me the news that he did. "The mass is cancerous. It's not ambiguous." "So we're 100% certain. This is without a doubt cancer?" "Yes." And there it was. My life forever changed with one phone call.
What to do after that? I cried a bit, then sucked it up and called my parents, first my mom, then my dad. My sister happened to be on Facebook, so I spoke with her online. I called my brother and then my sister in law...I called my boyfriend and my boss...each conversation blending into the next. I forgot how much I had told to each person. Then I was alone. I cried some more. I questioned God. I couldn't understand why God would have even made me if He was just going to make me deal with one illness after another for my entire life. Satan was attacking and I was letting him win.
I had decided initially that I needed to go to work. There was no point in staying home and letting myself dwell on the situation. I didn't realize how good that would actually be for me. It was good to be able to talk it out with most of the girls. I'm so blessed to have such wonderful Christian women to support me, one of which just conquered her own cancer. She is going to be an amazing ally in this whole thing. Though I hate that she had to go through it, I'm so grateful knowing that someone genuinely understands.
When I finally got home from work and our staff meeting around 8:45, I was finally able to speak face to face with my parents. Oddly, with my father, that meant sitting for about 10 minutes in total silence. He finally said, "Mom is waiting up for you. You had better go talk to her." I went and just laid next to her in her bed. We finally went over a few things, but honestly, the silence said more, though she did say eventually that she just didn't want me to be alone. Eventually, I let her go to sleep and got ready to make a couple more calls. It was late when I finally was able to speak to Jeremy, but we prayed over everything and by the time I went to bed, things didn't seem as frightening as they had just that morning. The past couple of days had seemed an eternity, but at that moment, I experienced a glimmer of hope. I can...no, I WILL beat this. One day down.
Day Two with Cancer:
I awoke this morning and immediately I thought, "Can we just not do this, please?" I had only gotten about 4 hours of sleep and there were just a lot of things I didn't want to face. Sadly, I knew that wasn't an option. After lingering probably a little bit longer than was wise, I got up and began getting ready to be at work by 6:30.
Once I got to work, I was glad to be there. A certain little man absolutely made my morning. He kept telling me he loved me and told me he prayed for me the night before. One of the little girls was equally as loving. I felt so fortunate to be able to be a part of their lives. One little boy who is usually a little spit-fire came up to me and laid his hands gently on my belly and then took my hand and rubbed it. I was so moved I asked if I could have a hug. He just said "YEAH", gave me a big one and sat back at the breakfast table. It was like he was a different child. He then looked at me and said, "Miss Allison, would you sing us a song?" Teary-eyed, I said I would love to and asked him what song he'd like to sing. I don't know what I expected...maybe Old McDonald or something. Wouldn't you know, he stuck up his pointer finger and said, "The Little Light". He wanted to sing This Little Light of Mine...a song I've taught the kids in music class. It meant so much to me to see that God really IS using me to speak to these children.
God spoke to me frequently today in many different ways. So many songs that I heard seemed to just really fit the situation. "The Arms That Hold the Universe" and then "Held" by Natalie Grant were songs that really helped a lot. I planned on driving to Cleveland to have lunch with one of my girlfriends and was able to stop and see my mom on at work on the way out. Our visit was nice, but brief. I then headed to Cleveland and was completely lost when trying to get to tower city. We had a lovely lunch at Zoup and were able to catch up on some lost time. After that I was able to meet Jeremy and spend some time really dealing with the situation. I feel very blessed to be loved by a man such as him. I know he's going to be a huge support system for me. Unfortunately, he also got some unfortunate news today which threw another wrench into everything. On the other hand, we serve a God that is greater than our circumstances and with as much work as He's done in the past two days, I feel certain that He's just doing a cleansing on both of our lives. Oddly, with as dark as things are right now, I feel more optimistic about things than I have in a while. I really do believe God is working in these things. He's already giving me a peace about it. I think that's pretty significant.
During my time in Cleveland, I had missed a call to schedule some appointments. When I met Jeremy, I called back and ended up dealing with some of the most ignorant women ever. After telling the woman I had cancer, she told me the first available appointment would be on June 9th. (Let's just remind everyone that today is April 27th.) I restated that I had CANCER and that I was pretty sure my doctor wanted me in a little earlier than that. She got defensive and said, "Well that's the first thing open!" I asked if I was able to choose another surgeon who might have something earlier, to which her response was, "They obviously added this surgeon because they wanted you to see HIM and not someone else!" Exhausted from arguing, I finally said, "Ok, ma'am, go ahead and schedule me for that spot and if you wouldn't mind bumping me up if someone cancels, I'd appreciate it." I hung up the phone and called the doctor I've been dealing with. THANKFULLY, in his office there were some civilized people! I was leaving a message with a woman named Donna and she said, "Wait...what's this surgery for?" "To remove colon cancer." "Umm...you can't wait until June 9th." "That's EXACTLY why I was calling. Is there anything we can do about that?" "Yeah, let me check the schedules of the other surgeons." I SO appreciate people who do their job and do it well. Donna was so helpful and when she suggested one surgeon I asked immediately if I could schedule with him since my brother had recommended him. We went ahead and got the CTs AND the consult for the same morning! I'll be headed back to the CC next Thursday and when we're all done, we should have the knowledge of how they'll be removing the cancer and how much they'll have to remove. I feel like that's a good start.
I was a little broken hearted to come home and find out that my father had been crying about things again. He refuses to talk about things. I really don't want him to have to cope alone. I know I won't be able to. I pray that the Lord gives him strength. Aside from that moment of disappointment and the other bit of bad news that was delivered, it honestly was a really good day. God was obviously working and He was sending peace in waves. Though this morning I didn't want to wake up and tackle the day, He has given me the strength to say at the end of the day, "I can do this! I'm going to beat this!" The God I serve is bigger than cancer and He's bigger than death. Praise the Lord!
I got this...it's in the bag. As I told my "Lion" today, "I'm a cancer ninja!"
The Lord nurses them when they are sick and restores them to health. Psalm 41:3
Day Two with Cancer: OWNED
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