When someone you care about has been diagnosed with cancer, it’s natural to want to jump in and help. When my husband was diagnosed with cancer multiple times, and most recently, when I received a diagnosis, people wanted to know what they could do to help. Even as I walked through it, I had other friends who were also walking a similar road and my husband and I desired to help.
Jesus gave us the commandment, “…Love each other. Just as I have loved you, you should love each other. Your love for one another will prove to the world that you are my disciples” (John 13:34-35). You may be wondering how to support someone with cancer or how to show love to a friend who is going through a difficult trial, like treatment for cancer?
Experience has a way of teaching us some of life’s most valuable lessons, while pain and heartache add the exclamation point for emphasis. This past year certainly held some highlights for me: going on tour with Redemption Press to the Women of Joy conferences, signing a new book contract and writing the book, and winning the Christian Literary Readers Choice Award for “The Hope Prevails Bible Study”.
Conversely, while those were highlights of the year, this year also held several low points: a son’s boating accident and subsequent surgery, changing career direction, and receiving a cancer diagnosis for starters.
Have you ever had something happen that just rocked your world, or took out your legs from beneath you?
I experienced just that when the doctor recently called unexpectedly to say, “I’m sorry to tell you this, but you have cancer.”
I sat stunned for a few seconds before she broke into my wildly running thoughts, to ask if then was a good time to schedule surgery. I couldn’t think straight, much less talk on the phone and look at my calendar at the same time.
Yes, you read that right. I’m fairly certain I won’t ever forget the day I was diagnosed with cancer.
About a week earlier, I had shared what I thought was a very mild concern with my doctor. She then determined a biopsy was in order.
“A biopsy? Oh I hardly think all that is necessary,” I implored. Still she insisted.
“Okay—do as you like but I don’t think we need to make that big of a fuss over it. It’s more of an annoyance than anything.”
Honestly, I put it behind me and didn’t consider it again, until…
Even though this has been a year full of doctor appointments, surgeries, labor work, and chemotherapy treatments, I am grateful for all we’ve experienced and for those not so little things that I sometimes take for granted.