It has been a long nine months. My wife, Margaret, was diagnosed with breast cancer last August. Unfortunately, I was also diagnosed with COVID at the same time. Thus, she had to wait ten days for any follow-up scans, biopsies, etc., because of my COVID diagnosis. I will always wonder what those ten days cost her.
She made it through surgery, months of chemotherapy, and today was the final day of five weeks of radiation treatments. We are both cancer survivors at this point. That is not necessarily a title one desires, but once in the battle, survival becomes the goal. In July, I will reach the 36 year mark of being a survivor. (I don't think she will catch me in regard to number of years as a survivor.)
The struggle is real. As I have sat in the parking lot of the cancer center each day for the last five weeks after dropping her off for treatment, I watched others going in day after day for treatments of one kind or another just like Margaret was doing. Some were elderly. Some were quite young. It was a great opportunity for me to pray for those who are struggling.
Good Friday has struck me in a bit of a different way today due to this final episode of radiation for my wife. The cross presents itself in a variety of ways during our journey of life. Today, I simply give thanks that this phase is in the rear-view mirror. We now pray for healing and renewed health.
May the stillness of the remainder of Good Friday, and throughout the day tomorrow on Holy Saturday, remind us that the darkness is dispersed by the victory of the resurrection! Blessings and peace.
She made it through surgery, months of chemotherapy, and today was the final day of five weeks of radiation treatments. We are both cancer survivors at this point. That is not necessarily a title one desires, but once in the battle, survival becomes the goal. In July, I will reach the 36 year mark of being a survivor. (I don't think she will catch me in regard to number of years as a survivor.)
The struggle is real. As I have sat in the parking lot of the cancer center each day for the last five weeks after dropping her off for treatment, I watched others going in day after day for treatments of one kind or another just like Margaret was doing. Some were elderly. Some were quite young. It was a great opportunity for me to pray for those who are struggling.
Good Friday has struck me in a bit of a different way today due to this final episode of radiation for my wife. The cross presents itself in a variety of ways during our journey of life. Today, I simply give thanks that this phase is in the rear-view mirror. We now pray for healing and renewed health.
May the stillness of the remainder of Good Friday, and throughout the day tomorrow on Holy Saturday, remind us that the darkness is dispersed by the victory of the resurrection! Blessings and peace.
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