Testify to God’s Goodness

Testify to God’s Goodness

Cancer. Chemotherapy. Cure. These three small words held such weight not only on our shoulders but in our souls as well. When our oldest child was but a toddler, my husband received a diagnosis of a very rare form of cancer. That six-letter word carried such a punch...
Caring for the Caregiver

Caring for the Caregiver

I looked up and met his kindly eyes. I had been avoiding them as I sat down, not sure what I would find.

“How are you?”
“Where shall we start?”
“How about the changes since last time.”
“Well, how is it that he lost weight with all the chemotherapy and the same amount of weight he lost, I gained.”
“I noticed.”
“Somehow I didn’t think that’d get by you, but the scales don’t exactly lie do they?”
He didn’t say anything. I think he knew that was a sensitive subject for me.

The Cancer in Each of Us

The Cancer in Each of Us

Cancer. Nobody likes the word. It makes many cringe. Others run far away. No one has a good connotation of cancer. Tell someone that you or a loved one have been diagnosed with cancer and the conversation immediately stops. People either don’t know what to say, or they trip over themselves saying the wrong thing. In either case, what they really want is to somehow make the conversation less uncomfortable. [more]

I Have a Confession

I Have a Confession

It’s that time again. Chemotherapy day. As a caregiver for my husband who has been diagnosed with cancer, it’s a privilege to go with him to his chemotherapy treatments two days in a row every three weeks; to sit by his side, and walk this journey together. But I have a confession to make. [more]

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