I wrote an article for this morning but am not going to use it. Instead, let me share some thoughts that came across at 5:30 this morning.
I am blessed beyond measure. This morning, I woke up with the good fortune to be my wife’s husband for another day. She is at the end of her radiation treatments for cancer and all looks good. She has shown me a level of integrity and strength of character that I did not know she had. We have been married 31 years now and she still amazes me. Cancer has a way of changing one’s life and priorities. I know it has changed us and will do so for the rest of our lives. Karen has fought this cancer with determination and the love of the women of our church. They have stepped up and in to be a support to her. I am deeply grateful for all of them.
At the end of all this, the most I can say is “As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.” He has been our strength and fortress. I am forever amazed that the God of the universe is interested in the affairs of my family. I am also forever shamed that I do not trust Him more.
Enjoy your day as the gift that it is.
It is amazing how something like invasive intraductal carcinoma, better known as breast cancer, can change everything. Such has been the case these past 2 1/2 weeks. My Karen has been reading and formulating her plan of attack while I have tried to keep things on as even a keel as I can. Creative writing, such as it is, has suffered as a result as has the quiet time to think and create from which that writing comes. It has been hard to stay focused on anything beyond the immediate need to be supportive of my bride. That, I think, is the way it should and must be. The fields of Amarillo can wait.
Life has to continue though and I want to make a note here of stories that are in the proverbial cauldron. There were a total of five fields that were within easy walking distance of our house on Hall Street. You have heard a couple of stories from a few of them. Here to whet your appetite (I hope) is a short list of stories coming:
- The haunted house that was between two fields behind Lyndon’s and Rusty’s house. Much scarier than the house on Avondale mentioned elsewhere in this blog.
- The field where we built our own baseball field, complete with a backstop made of junk. The parents wrecked it for us.
- The strange circle of trees on the far end of the biggest field.
- The chase!
I would also like to tell you that yours truly is working on a keynote speech on these very stories. From that and several other stories that will dredge themselves out of my head, I hope to have something resembling a book. We shall see.
So, there it is. To update: Karen will schedule her surgery tomorrow and is hoping to have it done yet this month. Those of you who are given to prayer, I would be forever grateful if you would commend my Karen to God as you do so.
Cancer has a way of rearranging one’s life. It has had that effect on this household. There has been zero time to write for starters which is why this site has been quiet for the past week or so. For those of you who pass by here routinely, here is a brief update on Karen’s new fight with cancer:
Karen has been studying and meeting with the Docs in the drive to formulate a plan of attack. She is much more thorough than me and I am glad she is. She will make a wise decision. She faces surgery and some recovery time. All involved in this process are highly optimistic for her long term health. I hope so. I don’t cook very well and would certainly starve to death without her. I’m also a bit messy. Anyway, she will have her surgery sometime this month. That’s about all I can tell you until the final pathology report comes in.
I am confident that God will bring her through this. We remain reliant on Him for our strength and hope. I’ll keep you posted and, I promise, there are several more stories from the fields in Amarillo.
On January 13th, my bride was diagnosed with cancer. She just turned 53 this month and we had just had our 31st anniversary on the 12th.
Up until now, cancer was something that other people got. I lost an Aunt to it in 1965 and my Dad died from cancer in 2004. I am not completely unfamiliar with it but I was and am completely unprepared to deal with this one. Outside of my biological family, I have known Karen longer than anybody else. She is my pride and joy and the only woman that I have ever loved. Or will love.
I do not know what is coming next. There is some encouragement in the knowledge that this type of cancer is treatable and it was caught early. Regardless of that fact, cancer will be a part of our lives for the duration. Our lives will be re-arranged by it to what extent I do not yet know.
This type of life change does require that priorities have to be examined. It also begs the question in what or who do I put my trust. As for me and my house, we will trust my Lord and Saviour Christ Jesus. So….as we work through this, you will forgive me when I occasionally drift from my normal stories and write about this. Let’s call it my own therapy. Thanks