Pardon the abrupt hiatus from regular blog posts! I’ve been out having fun. One thing cancer teaches you is to seize the good days and get outside in God’s creation. That’s a privilege not everyone enjoys.
“God passes through the thicket of the world, and wherever his glance falls He turns all things to beauty.” -St John of the Cross
We even planted a cherry tree! There was freezing cold mud, fumbling digging of holes, laughing, yelling, cursing, wailing and gnashing of teeth. But it’s growing, and now we await the day it bears fruit. If that’s not a metaphor for life with God, I don’t know what is.
I am still learning to do this. Hope seems so fluttery, so elusive, so … foolish in this left-brained, logical world
But even so:
“By his great mercy he has given us a new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, and into an inheritance that is imperishable, undefiled, and unfading, kept in heaven for you, who are being protected by the power of God through faith for a salvation ready to be revealed in the last time. In this you rejoice, even if now for a little while you have had to suffer various trials …” -1 Peter 1:3-6
My three-year-old and I both got our first haircuts this week at The Salon and Spa of Sedalia!
The stoner lights his joint and sputters, “Weed cures cancer, maaaaaan.”
Post-cancer is planting seeds on a sunshiney day in February when you have no idea when, or if, the winter will return.
Tall, thin, pale, with a slightly puffy face, like many of us have in chemo, Kaylee was still an athlete. You could tell by her clothes. She looked at home and relaxed in a baseball cap and sportswear, as if the infusion of chemotherapy she was receiving didn’t really bother her. As if she might leave the room and go for a run afterward or a few rounds of tennis. Her peace filled the chemo center and pervaded it. Her presence is one of the only things I remember well in my own drugged haze, my introduction to cancer.