Two years ago this week, I found a lump in my breast and began a journey with breast cancer that I never signed up for. In spite of never signing up, I was lucky. It was caught early, small, not in my lymph nodes. It required surgery, radiation and now a five year course of medication that my body is still reeling from. As the two year anniversary came and went this week, I spent some early morning time reflecting on healing.
I am healed from cancer. It took 5 doctors, invasive and not so invasive treatment plus drugs. I’m on 5 medications to counter the side effects from one. No kidding. But, along with that cancer healing, I’ve experienced other layers of healing. My spirit seems healed. I feel I’m in God’s hands and I trust God’s hands. I’ve had healing in my relationships-past and present ones. I’ve had healing in my daily routine. I no longer believe I am invincible and should just push on through when my body, mind and soul want to stop and rest. I respect my limits.
And this is probably the best healing–I savor life. Right now, it is nearly 100 degrees outside. I’m inside and it is cool. I’m eating frozen red grapes, drinking ice tea and writing. I’m 100% aware of each of those gifts.
Jesus Calling by Sarah Young has seen me through the last years. On August 20, the second anniversary of my “unplanned journey”–these were the opening devotional words, “I am a God who heals.” Yes. Yes. Amen.