It wasn’t shaping up to be the picture-perfect Christmas this year. And I was, well, trying to “hold it all together.” We were in the midst of another chemotherapy week, and as I had shared with a friend, I felt like a spider with eight arms and legs, trying to keep that many plates spinning between my husband’s medical care, my children’s school, extracurricular activities, and emotional needs, work, and ministry endeavors, and it was all I could do to not let any of the plates drop. [more]
Standing strong against cancer by linking arms with the church at large, waging war against the enemy. Read more for 3 scriptures on standing strong together. [more]
Cancer has hit our family. If you watched me closely, you could tell something is up. I’ve gone into “nesting mode” (aka organizing and cleaning) and “baking mode.” Two behaviors I distinctly remember engaging in the last couple of times cancer hit our family. [more]
His lips quivered, and his eyes filled with mist that threatened to overflow like Niagra Falls. His young man body pulled into himself and suddenly looked like the little boy he really was…meek, timid, and afraid; my youngest son reaching toward adulthood yet part of him clinging onto childhood, either way too young for the imaginations now running through his mind. [more]
In today’s Ask Dr. B column, a reader asks how anticipatory grief is different from grief after a sudden loss. Read more to see Dr. B’s response.