.........can't you just hear the melody in your head?
"twill be my theme and glory"
.......one of those tunes you cannot get out of your brain
"To tell the old old story"
......I can't sing, so I just hum the tune
"Of Jesus and His Love"
I had a way of just rushing through life, work, work, work, with never a thought of where I was heading. Stressed-to the max was my way of life. I was so busy with work, that I neglected my own health. I did not get a mammogram in 8 years. Where did the time go? The mammogram showed a slight spot on my right breast. After several attempts to get a biopsy, I decided to have a surgeon remove the mass. Yes, cancerous tumor. After surgery to remove it AND 33 days of radiation on my breast, I was pronounced cancer free.....Yipee
On to work, work, and work again. I was tired from the radiation, so I got on my exercise bike to build my strength up, so I could work, work, and work some more. I began having pains in my lower back.
I thought it was sciatica, so I made an appointment with a Neurosurgeon, where my daughter worked. After the cat-scan and bone scan, it was discovered that I had cancer of the spine. My appointment with the oncologist was 2 weeks away, so I carried the films around for two weeks. The black and white films showed to my untrained eye that almost half of my spine was gone. How could I possibly be walking? The oncologist confirmed; cancer in the bone marrow of two vertebrae, two fractured vertebra, tumors on three vertebra, and the start of numerous cancerous growths on more vertebrae. The doctor scheduled more radiation, an operation to fix the fractures, and 18 months of chemotherapy. He asked me if I was "In Pain?"; of course, I was. I thought you were to suppose to work through the pain. I don't remember walking out of his office nor driving home that day. I operated in a daze for several months while I went through the treatments. I was administered Oxycontin for the "Pain". I was only able to get out of bed to eat and use the bathroom. Not one single doctor told me I would "make it".
As I lay in bed staring at the ceiling having woeful thoughts of; what about my blind diabetic husband, my two children, my precious grandchildren, my 80 year old parents, what about, what about....the time passes agonizingly slow. My hair was breaking off, so I had my husband shave my head. The Cancer Society gives cancer patients free wigs. One night, I got out of bed to use the bathroom. I was in severe pain for some reason that night. I couldn't walk to the bedroom, so I crawled and pulled myself back into bed. I was exhausted from this simple task. Out of breath, I said, "Lord, you are going to have to take care of this, I can't do this any more".
This is the best part. I saw Jesus in his glory. He rubbed his hand across my bristly shaved head, which sent a chill down my spine. He clearly said "I will not forsake thee". I relaxed and fell asleep. The next morning, my first thought was, if I tell anyone, they will think, I'm schizophrenic, hearing voices and all. But next thought was who cares.
You can guess the ending of the story, since I am sitting here five years later writing my testimony. I have been in remission for five years. " I Love To Tell The Story. Everyone I met, I tell the story, and encourage all women to get those valuable mammograms, the earliest form of detecting breast cancer. I tell the UPS man, the Post Office employee, the checker at the grocery store, the MODOT guy who helped me with my flat tire, my clients, dentist, my beautician, accountant, trash man, car mechanic, neighbors and just about anyone I meet.
The most humrous part of my story is, that the Oncologist, the Radiologist, the Surgeon, the Dietitian, the Psychologist, the Social workers all think they "cured" me. I just smile sweetly and think, " I Love To Tell The Story".
I suppose this is similar to people who have near death experiences and "see the light", because my experience has certainly changed MY life. I'm not perfect, but I figure God isn't done with me yet!
Still growing in the Lord