6 years. Do you know what can happen in 6 years?
yea, me neither. I tried to do a Google search and came back with stuff about felonies, a mummified woman and something about Georgia and a missile in Russia. If you look at a listing of world news on August 7, 2008, you quickly find that it was not a good day for most people around the world. So, I saved you the boredom of trying to make up something catchy.
6 years ago, I was sitting in a waiting room for a follow up appointment. It was a Thursday morning just like it is today. I had done lab work and was fighting through big puppy dog tears. It was a different morning. Nothing was going like normal… nothing at all. My consistencies were gone. My numbing cream didn’t work on my port. None of the people that I knew were in the lab. And, I was really tired from an early drive to LR.
I had a wee, tiny bit of a voice and when I did talk I sounded like I had chained smoked for 25 years. But, I was done.
I remember so much of that day like it was yesterday. I remember walking to my car and being so confused. I remember calling my dad and saying “he used the ‘R’ word”, and then had to explain what I meant. I remember going to eat at Olive Garden with my mom and sister and all I wanted was breadsticks and lots of Alfredo Sauce so I could swallow them.
I remember being told to go back to “normal” and most everything after that is gone.
Normal wasn’t even in my vocabulary.
I’ll start today in a meeting at an oncology center much like the one I visited myself. I will intentionally look people in their eye and search for their soul. I will smile with more hope than one can offer. I will hug harder, laugh deeper and take in every breath in a different way.
I teared up reading back through this day in 2008. I was reminded that God is always faithful. That His promises are ALWAYS true and that He has a plan for life that FAR exceeded anything that I could have dreamt up.
6 years. That’s a long time. Its over the hump. But, its always still fresh. Today, I’ll hold on a remember. No promises there wont be tears for days gone by, for gratitude, for joy.