My Son Cancer?

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Roll back the years to my son’s Jr. year in high school, football, weight training and a shoulder that just plain would work no more.  What was wrong?  The doctor’s x-rays showed an abnormal bone growth and in hushed tones he mentioned to me that we would need to schedule a full body MRI to be sure that this type of “abnormality” wouldn’t be found in any other bones.

The 45 minute ride home was very quiet as we were both absorbed in our own thoughts… Terror, rippled down my spine and through my bones as I visualized my only son … Bone cancer is what the doctor had so quietly mumbled, hoping that my son wouldn’t hear.  But he had heard and through the soft hum of tires on the freeway said, “Mom, I just hope that I don’t light up like a Christmas tree when they do that test next week.”  This was sure to be a long week end.  The Friday doctor’s visit was over, a long week end of wondering and concern lay on the horizon.  Monday we should expect a call to schedule an immediate MRI.  The doctor had been very clear that there should be no delay. To continue

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Kimberly’s Story of Healing~ Cancer

When we call, He hears and answers. The answers don’t always come in the way we seek or expect… but they come. God is a faithful Father, and Jesus as the Shepard of our lives keeps us safe and is always within reach… often carrying us through the most stressful times here in this life. Kimberly’s life reflects His love, grace mercy AND healing touch. Thank you Kimberly for sharing.

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Kimberly’s Story of Healing~

Lord heals This testimony was written by a close friend of mine and sister in Christ. I remember the day she went to the hospital, the grueling surgery that followed, the phone call that floored me when she told me she was diagnosed with cancer, and feeling the fear of it all. During my visits with her in the hospital, what stands out in my mind was how strong and determined she was…

Most of us know someone who has had cancer. As you know, having cancer can put a halt to almost every part of life. I remember the day my life came to a jolting halt. It was Father’s Day, June 17, 2001.

I had been suffering from digestive problems for years, but the severe weakness and flu-like symptoms had gotten worse. Just days before, I had been to the urgent care and was diagnosed…

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How or when do we pray???

Praying hands  How or when do we pray???

Twenty years ago staying in touch with my children was nearly nonexistent, when they were out of the house with friends.  A pay phone or the phone at the friends house… That’s pretty much all there was.  Now how wonderful!!  Mobile phones with talk and text, tablets with Skype…  I am in the loop with my kids and their families on a regular basis.  The same applies to prayer… only better.

Prayer is a lifestyle, for me prayer is a continual conversation with our Lord and God.  All you have to do is open the door.  Think of prayer like an open Skype  in your heart.  Always ready for chat!

Often my prayers are journaled.. I like to go back and see how prayers were answered… it is awesome and sometimes revealing.  Other times my prayers are just conversations with God, and then in those frantic emergency times the prayer is of my heart.  It is not spoken, it cries to the Lord in pain, sorrow, helplessness or frustration.

“It’s OK mom… now I know God really is in control.

It has been over 18 years ago, yet the days the feelings are etched in my heart – as though they were yesterday. My son and daughter-in-law supporting each other in the hospital corridor … the grief of knowing I cannot quiet their pain.

often we do not see God at work until the testing comes

Roll back the years to our son’s Jr. year in high school, football, weight training and a shoulder that just plain would work no more. What was wrong? The doctor’s x-rays showed an abnormal bone growth and in hushed tones he mentioned to me that we would need to schedule a full body MRI to be sure that this type of “abnormality” wouldn’t be found in any other bones.

The 45 minute ride home was very quiet as we were both absorbed in our own thoughts… Terror, rippled down my spine and through my bones as I visualized my only son … Bone cancer is what the doctor had so quietly mumbled, hoping that Richard wouldn’t hear. But he had heard and through the soft hum of tires on the freeway said, “Mom, I just hope that I don’t light up like a Christmas tree when they do that test next week.” This was sure to be a long week end. The Friday doctor’s visit was over, a long week end of wondering and concern lay on the horizon. Monday we should expect a call to schedule an immediate MRI. The doctor had been very clear that there should be no delay.

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The Knot in the Rope

Oh my good Lord! I turned to my daughter and realized that the only other time I had been in this church was … 18 months earlier in the springtime…Praying hands

The day was fresh and sunny, my spirit quiet yet tormented.  If you have ever been estranged from your child you will know the dark hole and gnawing feelings that invade your heart-  The ache, the pain the unrelenting despair that threatens to overtake your being at any point in time, but most especially in the still of the night.

It had been an especially rough 18 months.  The relationship with my daughter had become cooler and cooler and now was at a near “hostile” point.  No way to talk or communicate.  Lifeless vm messages given and returned.  This was especially difficult since it hadn’t been too many years that our relationship had still been warm, loving and close (very close).  Almost 2 hearts beating as one… We were best friends.

Now, there was nothing to talk about… She didn’t want to share the details of a marital relationship that had not only fallen apart, but become abusive.  First it was not understanding the why… and how we got there… Then as it began to dawn that there was trouble… no way to really help.  Yes, I was driven back on my knees and to the feet of my Saviour.  Click here to continue

 

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Jesus My Rock

In Your loving mercy You crafted yourself into a huge rock.  It is here that I rest warmed by Your love.  It is here that I recharge my energies communing with You.  It is amazing how You grow the rock to meet my needs.  In extreme situations where towering waves threaten to overwhelm me, that your rock enlarges to become a shelter with a cozy cave away from the breaking, sweeping waves crashing all around.  pacific_ocean_pictures_t1743

I hide myself in You.  There I find solace, and peace to  renew my strength.  While the enemy pounds outside in fury!  I rest in You, letting the violence expend itself.  Relentlessly hurling at you what was meant to overcome and defeat me.  Lord, please show me and give me the discernment to know that those waves are too powerful for me. Please keep me from trying to conquer in my own strength.

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23rd Psalm – A Promise of Day to Day Caring

Frustrated and Worried

 

When the blood started to appear in my stool, I sought help from our family doctor. Tests indicated that endometrial cells must have invaded my bowels and this was where the blood originated. Several further tests were required which then confirmed the original diagnosis, the remedy a hysterectomy. The concern, that the damage to the intestines would be too severe and that a colostomy would be required was something that nearly pushed me over the edge.  For, external excrement that was over the top! Entire post.. click here