'Fessin Up
Confession time. My name is Beverly, and I am a hypochondriac. I fought this before I had breast cancer, because "everyone" in my family had cancer. Now that I have breast cancer, I still somewhat of a hypochondriac. That dull throb...a stiff leg...fuzzy headedness...probably all have logical, conventional reasons behind them. They do not mean my cancer has spread. In fact, I know that it has not spread to certain places. But it makes the waiting hard. I am ready to hear about the nodes and move on to getting more information.
Confession #2: I started to call my nurse today ask about the pathology report. I chickened out. In the name of waiting patiently, of course!
Confession 3#: In the process of waiting patiently, I have scheduled my girls' summer. Perhaps overdoing it a bit. We will do gymnastics for both, one dance class for one, swim lessons x 2, and maybe summer speech therapy for Annaleigh. Ellabeth's therapies will continue. It is my way of taking to heart the experiences of my friends who have been down this road and "hardly missed a beat."
Confession #4: I opted out of volunteering in the Children's program at Bible Study tomorrow. It has nothing to do with my surgery; I am a little tender, but fine. It is just that I have missed a lot, and might miss more because of doctor's appointments and such. And tomorrow's discussion is about God's purposes in the midst of hardship, and the success he can bring in its midst. I just really wanted to hear that. The volunteer coordinator was gracious and understanding. God's blessing on the lady who takes my place!
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I asked Annaleigh the other day what she would write about on her blog. In order to maintain daughter-loyalty, let's just say it had something to do with her extricating things out of nasal passages. HA! Being a mother who doesn't give up easily, I tried again. This time, she offered a favorite poem that fits in sharing with you all...
I see the moon,
and the moon sees me;
God bless the moon
and God bless me.
So, friends...
God sees you
and God sees me;
God bless you
and God bless me.
Confession #2: I started to call my nurse today ask about the pathology report. I chickened out. In the name of waiting patiently, of course!
Confession 3#: In the process of waiting patiently, I have scheduled my girls' summer. Perhaps overdoing it a bit. We will do gymnastics for both, one dance class for one, swim lessons x 2, and maybe summer speech therapy for Annaleigh. Ellabeth's therapies will continue. It is my way of taking to heart the experiences of my friends who have been down this road and "hardly missed a beat."
Confession #4: I opted out of volunteering in the Children's program at Bible Study tomorrow. It has nothing to do with my surgery; I am a little tender, but fine. It is just that I have missed a lot, and might miss more because of doctor's appointments and such. And tomorrow's discussion is about God's purposes in the midst of hardship, and the success he can bring in its midst. I just really wanted to hear that. The volunteer coordinator was gracious and understanding. God's blessing on the lady who takes my place!
__________________________________________
I asked Annaleigh the other day what she would write about on her blog. In order to maintain daughter-loyalty, let's just say it had something to do with her extricating things out of nasal passages. HA! Being a mother who doesn't give up easily, I tried again. This time, she offered a favorite poem that fits in sharing with you all...
I see the moon,
and the moon sees me;
God bless the moon
and God bless me.
So, friends...
God sees you
and God sees me;
God bless you
and God bless me.
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