

It is kind of surreal that I am having this surgery almost exactly 20 years from the day I had my original cancer surgery. Concerned friends have asked if I am afraid, which I am not. Years ago, when I was at my oncologist's office getting ready for my first round of chemo, I was terrified and did not even know how to pray. Thankfully, God gave me a great sense of peace at that moment, and from then on I have never been afraid of surgeries and medical procedures. When I recall that terrifying moment, Romans 8:29 comes to mind...."Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness; for we do not know how to pray as we ought, but that very Spirit intercedes with sighs too deep for words." I know, without a doubt, that the Holy Spirit stepped in for me at that very moment. That peace has never left me, and I actually like having surgery for the very reason that it requires me to completely surrender myself to Christ....it is an amazing feeling,

I am a firm believer that we can invite God into past moments of pain, and that we can ask Him to aid in our healing from those moments. I learned of this many years ago through an extraordinary book, Healing for Damaged Emotions. A few years after my breast cancer diagnosis, I invited Jesus into that painful, frightening moment when I was in my surgeon's office trying to grasp the news and trying to decide surgery and treatment options.
In my memory, I am sitting in a sterile, cold patient room waiting for the doctor. I am all alone in the memory, when in reality my then-husband was with me at the time. I believe my vision/memory has me alone because, for me, the cancer diagnosis shook me to my very core, and I felt very alone. Also, in the memory, I am vulnerably sitting on an exam table, shivering in a paper gown...again, waiting all alone.

When I invited God into that cold, vulnerable moment in the doctor's office, He entered my memory with an extraordinary action....in my memory/vision, I am sitting cold, huddled and afraid...and Christ stood right on the examining table behind me and fiercely slammed a huge, rugged, wooden cross right behind me and clearly stated, "Satan, this moment is mine!" It was a life, changing moment for good that leaves me extraordinarily grateful, humbled and empowered.
Because if that moment, to this day, I have used my cancer diagnosis to lend a hand to other survivors and others who are going through horrific medical and personal trials. Because of my health struggles and experiences, I have been invited into devastated hearts. I have been given the gift of 20 years to proclaim the love of Christ to the most hurting people. It doesn't get much better than that!
So I am able to take this extraordinary, Christ-empowered life into this surgery. Instead of fear, I am grateful. When I don't understand what to expect, I ask questions. When I need to be educated, I learn from books, websites and even YouTube videos. I ask for and participate in prayer. I think out loud with God. I advocate for myself.
Recently, a friend of mine mentioned that she thought I have had a horrible life. I disagree completely. Cancer was and is very freeing and empowering. Through cancer, I learned not to take life for granted. My divorce showed me strength I didn't know I had. All the struggles up to this point have made me a better version of myself....a more Christ-centered version filled with awe of God's work and spiritual contentment that can only come from Him.
The price of divorce, cancer and other struggles have been worth the God-given grace, love, strength and contentment I now have. I would not be where I am today without those past and current trials. I embrace the blessings and challenges that have brought me to this point.
Thanks for letting me share. I love and cherish you all.