This is the second half of a post that began yesterday and which you can find here to get caught up. ~ F
Much praise was sent heavenward after the results of the biopsy were in and as I acknowledged God’s infinite wisdom to put Paula in my life. What I didn’t know then – was that I wasn’t done. I’d initially gone to the doctor in February to check out some unusual bleeding and an MRI showed that it was now my uterus that harbored something suspicious. Surgery was slated and pre-op testing began. It was an EKG followed by a stress ECG followed by a Heart Cath to discover that I had a 100% blockage of the artery they call the ‘widowmaker.’ A stent was immediately placed. I returned to church to wait out the month before we could perform the surgery (due to the stent). During this time a beautiful woman with long strawberry blond hair had started sitting near Paula and I in the front row. We quickly welcomed Lydia into our little group and discovered she was a nurse by trade as well as a prayer warrior for the Kingdom.
A month later I was undergoing a hysterectomy and since no one had really mentioned the “C” word in my presence, we’d been praying that my bleeding was simply caused by a renegade fibroid cyst (which I learned can sometimes masquerade as cancer). It didn’t matter to me that my surgeon was the head of the Oncology GYN department or that I’d seen the words “suspected uterine cancer” as a diagnosis on some blood work. We all wanted the best possible outcome and I had such a peace about the whole situation that it simply didn’t matter to me what they discovered inside me. You know that peace of God that surpasses all understanding (Phil 4:7)? I had it – big time. Thank you, Jesus.
It wasn’t until I awoke in Recovery that I learned that the doctor had gotten most of the cancer with the surgery (having to perform a complete hysterectomy and grab as many lymph nodes as he could) but that some lower pelvic lymph nodes remained that couldn’t be excised and there seemed to be some cancerous cells moving toward my stomach. Chemotherapy would be my next stop.
Paula was instrumental in helping me through those early months; preparing me with her first-hand knowledge of chemo and later radiation therapy, gifts of ginger drops and peppermint oil to help with nausea, a CD with healing Scriptures, warm fuzzy socks, and prayer – prayer – prayer. Lydia’s nursing skills got a work out as well because when I was on the operating table I also received a hernia repair that hadn’t closed properly. We were blessed as Lydia came to my aid helping show my Mom how to clean and change dressings as well as handle the wound vacuum until the visiting nurses could step in.
Then when I could physically return to church, the three of us created a little prayer huddle continuing to pray for each other. The months have flown by for Paula and me and we have become a constant support to each other. I don’t know how people without God in their lives can make it through a bout with Cancer and I don’t know how they could do it without a support system. I had so many people praying for me and surrounding me and my family with love that it was palpable. I believe I literally felt the prayers.
God knew that Paula and I would survive these trials better with each other, and He was right. How blessed was I to have these two women enter my life at that time? Our friendships continue to grow and I can’t wait to see what else God has in store for us!
Now it’s your turn. Tell me about a time when you were involved on either side of a divine appointment?
Feel free to remain anonymous if you wish.