Well, on Wednesday (a couple days ago), I had gone to a very interesting meeting--a support group for Breast Cancer survivors. This was more interesting than I had ever imagined. In this group, there were five of us altogether. I was the youngest of them all. The eldest of the batch was well inter her 70s. This woman was certainly a very courageous woman; in her first cancer, she was treated with cobalt instead of chemo. I cannot imagine having to go through such an incredibly intense treatment. This was a difficult meeting to attend; when I had shared my story, I did not imagine that my story was something a little more intense.
I think the most difficult part of all of this was that others had support systems. From all of the previous postings, it is easy to see just how much of a support system that I have had during all of this. So much has been an incredible shame about what has not happened about all of this. The persons that I wanted to lean on and the persons that were not there are completely different. But, most importantly, what has not been understood about comforting a person during a very critical part of their life is very needed. So much has happened and there was and is currently a huge need for comfort and support.
The diagnosis is something that changes a person's life. This change can be a positive thing depending upon the support that is offered. I had heard these women say again, several times, that they would probably go through chemo again if they needed to. I was the only one that said that I was uncertain if I could ever go through chemo again. When I look back at the physical pain that I had experienced in all of this, I cannot say that I would be willing to go through it again. But when I look back at how this impacted others' lives as well? I am uncertain about how to explain. I am thankful for a stronger walk with the LORD; I know where my help comes from. This is not a platitude. It is something that has strengthened my walk day after day. There have been so many days where I have not wanted to mingle or continue in anything that I have done. When it seemed that all hope was lost, there was strength; there was joy; there was some gleam of happiness. No, the cancer is not back; but, the difficulties that it has created are not gone. I look forward to them being gone soon.
Looking. Hoping. Seeking.
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