Pink_RibbonOn October 9th, 2013, I sat in a waiting room watching brightly dressed volunteers graced with pink vests and peppermints escorting anxious women into the glass walled corner nook for them to receive good news about their mammograms.

The waiting was familiar. For the third year in a row the center had called me back in for a second look. This time, I thought, would be much of the same. My heart was at peace as I checked-in that day, donned my gown, and journeyed from the waiting room to the mammogram to the waiting room to the next exam.

After the sonogram, I called Barry who was on a prayer retreat in Branson. “Bear, something is different this time,” I said willing my voice to stay calm. “I’m on my way back home,” my prince replied.

There was no glass-walled corner nook for me that day. A nurse without peppermints escorted me into a private room where a beautiful radiologist pulled her chair up close to say in a quiet, merciful voice, “I think it’s cancer.” I paused, took a deep breath, and asked, “If it is, what are my options?” She replied, “If it’s not in the lymph nodes you will probably be able to chose radiation or a mastectomy.”

The biopsy was at 7:30am on October 15th and around 4pm October 17th, 2013, the phone rang and a voice said, “Alicia, the results are in. I know this isn’t what you were hoping to hear…”

I have been hesitant to share the journey for several reasons. But now it seems time. Perhaps for a month or so, alongside my other blog posts I will blog pink ribbon journal entries from what I consider to be among the most sacred of chapters in my spiritual journey.

For those who are wondering, I will take the angst out of the story from the beginning: I chose a double mastectomy with specialists in California. They found a hidden more aggressive cancer in the removal process. All lymph nodes were clear. My recovery was remarkable. Today I am cancer-free.

Good news indeed. But the best news occurred in my soul. My journal entries will be raw. Please read them as the journey of just one soul. Everyone’s story is different even though our Savior remains the same. I will skip the medical details/decisions in order to focus upon interior movements in my heart and family.

And I will distinguish the breast cancer journey blogs by a pink ribbon. It is okay if you would rather skip them altogether. Pink has never been my favorite color.

 

journalJournal Entry: October 10, 2013 10am Thursday — at home

Morning Lord. As You know, yesterday the follow-up at the breast center revealed a small hard mass that the doctor thinks is cancerous….My thoughts have ranged. I ache deeply to see You and my children feel they still need me here. I say “feel” because I know You would take care of them. I thought of my beloved man who loves me so deeply. I thought of the books I have longed to write and how they are already written in my children’s hearts.

Bear came home from his prayer retreat so we could talk with the children. We wrestled with this wondering if we should wait until after the biopsy. But we concluded that to be true to how our family is, there could be no secrets and, as Bear said, “their prayers are powerful.”

Bear shared that the doctors found a mass in my breast that they are concerned about and that we have some procedures ahead. Jonathan and Keona immediately began to cry. Jonathan remembered the last time I had surgery and said, “That was awful.” I kept asking Louie if he had questions. He finally asked, “Is it inside your body or outside your body? Will you die? If you die will you give me things in your cedar chest?” Keona’s questions were asked privately, “Are you going to die? If you die who can I talk to about puberty?”

After comforting them each face-to-face, I asked them all together:

“Who decides when my last day on earth will be?”

“Jesus,” they replied softly.

“And who loves you even more than I do?” I asked with tears in my eyes.

“Jesus,” they replied with hugs.

Developmentally, I’m so grateful to see that they don’t feel that suffering and God’s love are mutually exclusive. They are secure in Your love and our love. Thank-you.

This morning I woke up with more fight in my soul for the sake of my children. I have more pages to write in their souls. I slept in and am moving slowly. I think a lot of my energy is being absorbed emotionally. I need to prepare for some school projects and create the kids’ new healthy-living-checklists. The house is a bit out of order and Jonathan needs some direction.

I love You.

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