(( Before you get started… please take a moment to start at My Cancer Story, Part 1: Hope … quite a road through Hope and Hell took place before reaching the end… I think you’ll find it’s worth knowing the beginning )) The word faith sounds lofty, and beautiful. Unfortunately, it’s used so much in… Continue reading My Cancer Story, Part 5: Healing! 🙂
Chemotherapy is like this: Drink a gallon of bleach, followed by a gallon of ammonia and have a seat. You won’t have to sit long before your body responds. Simply put, it sucks. My first trip to the cancer unit immediately threw me out of hysterectomy-depression mode into chemo-shock mode. I walked in to a… Continue reading My Cancer Story Part 4: Hell.
Death beds can be a rudely desperate place. It’s almost impossible to explain. Disappointment consumes your thoughts… your body, heart, and mind all become very, very still. Time stretches long from minutes to hours to days; your mind that used to race like crazy becomes vacant and quiet… plans stop altogether, and all the colors… Continue reading My Cancer Story Part 3: FAITH
My Papa is like Jesus’ cousin. Pretty sure. They’re just that close. Of all the visitors that came to hospital, even leaving their own Christmas Day gatherings to come and console my family, he was the most memorable. Well, he and my sister Stephanie. I hadn’t seen her in a while, and her crying was… Continue reading My Cancer Story, Part 2: Hope
December 23rd of 1997 I was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. I was 23 years old. This is my story. After already experiencing a long, painful, and sleepless night, I was almost too sleepy to grow weary of yet again laying in a cold room, on a stiff slab of a bed, covered with thin, scratchy… Continue reading My Cancer Story, Part 1
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