Hard to believe the journey really began July 4th 2012. It was June 2013 when it became very dark. Told I had 5 years chances of survival were against me. Well I am here 2020!
I have had a colon resection, then cdiff and a uti. Gallbladder removed, then liver resection 20% of liver removed. First round of chemo, hospitalized twice with that. Then Vats surgery to left and right side lungs. Back on chemo, into remission for a few months. To have tumor wake up and grow rapidly. This tumor cost me my lower right lung. Worst surgery ever was 2015 and still have nerve damage and issues. I was able to overcome nephropathy and many other side effects but this last surgery has left me with physical reminders of the path I have taken.
I read my words of hurt, loss and fear. They bring tears to my eyes today. The scares are here and I deal with them all the time. I know I was in Jesus hand the whole time, I could feel him, I spoke to him every second of the day. How to describe? My physical part was terrified, terrified of not being here for my children. Terrified they would be growing up without me. Fear was eating me alive. Dying wasn't what I was afraid of it was only of leaving my children without a mother.
Now today Stay at home orders, covid 19. I have a house full with all colleges and closed. And two still working. I am not afraid at all. My Heavenly Father is here. Cancer changed me in many ways. The first is bringing me closer to Him, knowing he really is alive. What I am doing slowing down, enjoying all my children, laughing with them. But let’s be real also, shut in the house 24/7 together we have our spats. We are all adjusting. This weekend I had my grand babies here, was like when everyone was little. I had a full bed Sunday morning. Everyone came in climber up and laid relaxing,
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