I just finished reading a book about a woman who was diagnosed with breast cancer. The story dealt with her reaction to the diagnosis, the vivid details of her treatment, and the support she received from her loving husband and neighborhood friends. While it was a heart-wrenching story, there were many victories as well.
At the beginning, when the doctor told her about the suspicious lump, she said that she had been faithful to get her annual mammograms—up until the past two years. Yet it was those past two years that were the most important. She couldn’t help thinking, “If I had gotten my mammograms… If I had been more consistent about self-examinations….”
The difference between her story and mine is about 5 years. I had not reached the age when women start getting mammograms when I noticed some irregular discharge. I mentioned it to my doctor, and she ordered a mammogram. On the film we saw a small white hurricane—it had all the earmarks of cancer. A follow-up ultrasound was ordered, and it looked like cancer on the ultrasound too. But the edges were clearly defined, so the doctor performed a lumpectomy and successfully removed the offensive tissue. She told me, “If you had waited five more years, I’d be treating you for cancer.”
God has different plans for different children. Some of us must face cancer while others are delivered from it. That doesn’t mean I’ve never had any trials, only different ones. But I have learned to never take my health for granted.
Job 1:21 And [Job] said, “Naked came I out of my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return thither: the LORD gave, and the LORD hath taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD.”
Written for the Five-Minute-Friday Link-up: IF
Photo courtesy of Kate Motaung, hostess of Five-Minute Friday