730 Days Later

Two years ago today, I went into surgery where I was told that there was a very high and probable chance that we would find that I had stage IV Cancer (You can read more of the story HERE) . I wouldn't know the results until I woke up as it was impossible to tell much from the extreme size of the mass that was shown during the tests prior to surgery

There have been many, many, many scary times throughout this journey (including my diagnosis of skin Cancer almost six years ago), but heading into a surgery not knowing what would be found was definitely one of the most scary situations I have faced. 

Waking up and hearing the news that it was NOT Cancer was an unbelievable gift that I remain humbly grateful for. As I laid in the hospital bed two years ago on this day I remember thinking how overwhelmed I was at the good news after so many years of hearing a bad health report one time after another.

I was thinking about this a lot today as I took a walk earlier. The last 10 days of this treatment round that I have been doing (and finished yesterday!) have been extremely rough physically and even emotionally as there has been a ton of pain and exhaustion. I was in a store earlier today and cried over frozen blueberry choices... *soft smiles* ... This round was messy and difficult and so on this first day of Spring as I was walking I found myself once again just marveling at the simple beauty of the sun and of miracles that happened in the past. 

Remembering the miracles of the past gently reminds me of the miracles in the works that are to come.

These past 730 days have been a beautiful gift that I don't take for granted. Everyday is truly a gift that I treasure. This health journey has continued to remind me to value each moment, love big, and live in grace. 

To you dear friends who are walking in difficult and dark times my heart breaks for you...may light flood your journey in new ways so the darkness disappears and may Spring bring a refreshing start to a new beginning. 

"Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight, At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more, When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death, And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.”
-CS Lewis, The Chronicles of Narnia-