Thursday, July 31, 2014

When the Report is Not Good

Midway through the treatments the doctor wanted to see how the tumors were responding to the chemo, so he ordered an ultrasound.  The day of the ultrasound, as I laid on the table, to a non-trained eye, I saw nothing.  The comparison to what I saw during my first ultrasound was completely different.  I left feeling optimistic and convinced that the tumors were dead.  We left the ultrasound and celebrated the idea that we were on the right track.

I was looking forward to my doctor sharing with us the good news on the day of my 4th treatment.  I even thought he would simply say,  "You're healed, no more treatments for you!"  He opened the report and the look on his face was not a happy expression.  He informed us that this was the first time he looked at the report.  In a state of shock he tells us that the tumors have grown.  In my mind I was thinking this couldn't be true.  Then my thoughts were overtaken by the fact that I had to stay strong for my husband and our youngest daughter.  I quickly tucked my feelings into my sleeve.

The doctor decides to change his strategy.  "We will move forward with surgery", he says.  "Let's get that thing out."  I nod and agree, still in a state of disbelief.  He orders that I go forward with round 4 and that I would take a month off from chemo then proceed with surgery.  I agree.  We leave his office and as I head for the infusion room the tears began to form.  It's challenging to receive bad news then put on a brave face in front of others to hide the hurt.  I've learned to mask my feelings over time.  Most often, no one can really tell when I'm hurting, upset, or feeling some kind of way.  Well, my mama and my husband can.

As I sat in the infusion room and I began to share the news with my family, a few tears fell.  Then I heard the bell ring.  One of my fellow cancer family members had finished chemo.  It was a moment to celebrate despite the news I had received.  I made it through treatment and turned down for a few days.  I had buried the pain for the moment.

A week passes and I'm in a better mood.  Corey and I have decided that we are going into constant prayer for my healing.  I had made up my mind that I would not believe the report.  I've decided that I am going to continue to believe that I am healed and that God has changed the path that I had to take to make this a reality.  One night after we prayed I was sitting in bed and the emotions that I thought I had buried deep within surfaced.  I cried uncontrollably for an extended period of time.  I couldn't turn the tears off.  However, once I was done I felt better.  I had purged.  Tears are therapeutic.  I always feel better after a good cry.

At the beginning of the next week we met with the surgeon.  He discussed my options and I had an idea of what I wanted to do.  He then examines me.  As he ran his hand under my arm, the tumor which he couldn't feel in April was now large enough for him to feel.  My heart was broken.  I left his office overwhelmed and disappointed.

What do you do when the report is not good?  You must take your concerns, questions, and emotions to the Lord in prayer.  God will answer your prayers.  He will give you the strength to endure.  You must muster up enough energy to take it to Him and leave it with Him.  People always say, "Let go and let God".  This is easier said then done.  However, when you decide to trust Him even when the report is not good that's when you'll find your peace.

Despite all that I'm going through God's has sent His Word and His chosen vessels to share the good news.  I've got the peace that surpasses all understanding only because I believe His Word more than I believe the doctor's report.  No tumor is too big for my God!  I had in my mind the plan that I thought God would follow to lead me to my healing.  When that plan ended up not working I was disappointed.  When the doctor said he had a new plan, I agreed to it without hesitation.  I have to believe that the Lord is working through Him to get me healed.

God had sent me a Word the day before I had to meet with the surgeon.  Psalm 84:6 says, "As they pass through the Valley of Baka, they make it a place of springs; the autumn rains also cover it with pools." (NIV).

When I researched Psalm 84:6, I found a sermon that gave me more insight into the verse.  The sermon by Darren Rogers states that this valley also known as the Valley of Weeping is used as a thoroughfare.  It's a temporary place to take you from one place to the next.  He claims that there is no way around the valley that you have to travel through it.  Life will always have ups and downs.  It's how you decide to handle the downs that will either help you or hurt you as you deal with life's challenges.

I can't help but to look up while I'm in the valley.  I know that I am not alone while I'm here.  I know that God's Word says that He will never leave us, nor forsake us.  It also says that when I am weak, He is strong.  I know that ALL things work together for my good and for His glory.  I know that I'm coming out of this victoriously.  As I chatted with a beautiful church member of mine on Monday, who has taken this journey, she said to me, "Oh no honey, I don't tell people that I am a breast cancer survivor, I tell people I conquered cancer because God's Word says that we are more than conquerors."

Despite what has taken place over the past two weeks, I see myself in the near future.  What do I see?  I see a conqueror!!!

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For Darren Rogers sermon, go to: http://www.sermoncentral.com/sermons/04-the-valley-of-weeping-darren-rogers-sermon-on-prayer-general-132651.asp

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Wednesday, July 16, 2014

I'm a Survivor!

I'm convinced that I was set up on last Wednesday.  I was relaxing on the couch when a Facebook alert from my phone revealed that my favorite Zumba instructor was making her class a celebration for myself and another tough cookie.  I was excited!  This was going to be a party y'all.

There's two things I LOVE to do, shop and dance.  After deciding to truly live for Christ I gave up going to the clubs.  When Zumba came along the void for dancing weekly was filled. And who could complain I was getting my groove on 4 days a week, and as a result I was looking great.

We had a Pink Party to attend!  What I found interesting is that I had nothing pink in my closet.  AWWWWWH! LOL!  As a Junior Mission member and vice president at St James Missionary Baptist, I wore pink and green in Jesus name for several years.  I guess the Lord has a since of humor.  After I passed the towel to my successor I promptly scrubbed my closet. Lol!

Fast forward to last week and I had nothing to wear.  I thank my beautiful sorority sisters for turning the traditionally pink breast cancer experience red for me.  Ha!  Anyways... After a search for the right pink shirt and an attempt at a DIY project I ended up rocking my #TeamToughCookie tank, which I LOVE!

The hubz, our youngest daughter,  and I arrive and I'm in the zone.  You see I'm a Z-beast.  I leave it all on the floor.  I had my mind made up, I'm going in here to give it my all.  The party was underway when we arrived.  As soon as I was spotted, the next song would be my favorite.  I made it through the song.  It wasn't my 100% but I gave it what I had.

A few more songs played and I strategically picked the ones that wouldn't take all my breath.  Then I heard the beat.  The other tough cookies' song was Survivor by Destiny's Child.  I thought to myself I'm going to let this song have it.  As the first verse played I was giving it my all then as the chorus started with each line we punched the air, up up, side side, down down.  The second verse played and then the chorus.  This time something was different.  As I began to through the punches, the action of punching and the lyrics settled in my spirit.

I'm a survivor
I'm not gon' give up
I'm not gon' stop
I'm gon' work harder
I'm a survivor
I'm gonna make it
I will survive
Keep on survivin'

I was overcome by emotion.  I ran to the bathroom which was on the other side of the studio.  The song was coming through walls.  The song reminded me that I'm fighting for my life.  This was real.  I realized that after each treatment I choose to survive!  When you don't feel well, your spirit gets low, and your mind can send you on a mental roller coaster ride.  Life can have you feeling some kind of way about things.  I'm just keeping it real!

I managed to get myself together and head back into the studio. I enjoyed watching the class and grooved a little because my body physically wasn't able to do what I wanted.  I truly enjoyed the Pink Party. I had a blast.

Later that evening my little god-sister, Danielle sent me a devotion that confirmed today's survivor experience was a set up.  The devotion scripture was 2 Corinthians 12:8-9.

8 I asked the Lord three times to take it away from me. 9 He answered me, “I am all you need. I give you My loving-favor. My power works best in weak people.” I am happy to be weak and have troubles so I can have Christ’s power in me. (NLV)

This scripture says that there is power in being weak.  When I feel tired, disappointed,  frustrated,  mad, and just plain sick of being sick God says, "I'm all you need."  When I don't have the fight in me God says, "I'm all you need."

What is God's purpose for this journey?  I don't truly know.  What I do know is that when He speaks it's best to listen.  Tonight He clearly stated that to me that during this journey, He's ALL I need and that I'm a Survivor!

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