The doctor said there was good news. No cancer in your bones or lymph nodes. But in describing the cancer he used the word "aggressive" too many times. I wake up early morning. I look at the clock and again it is way too early. Dark outside. And before long my mind clicks on, I have cancer. The first week I found it hard to believe it. I wondered what the future looked like. My mother died because of cancer just 5 years ago. I made the journey with numerous church friends. I remember so clearly being speechless when "Dite" said he had cancer. I loved him. And I had nothing. He wasn't the first. He certainly wasn't the last. Nor am I.
I have prayer partners everywhere. And family and friends who are so dear to me that our relationship transcends words. So what happens now?
The reality is I have cancer. And I have an appointment with an exceptional surgeon in a world-class facility in the midst of a pandemic. But I am filled with hope. And peace. Veterans of this surgical procedure have given me details of their journey. And I can do it too. And I could ask for no one who cares for me more than Judy. Life is truly good. And I have years of moments ahead to be amazed at what I see.