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The Interloper’s Demise ~ Redux

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If you’re new to the blog, this story began last year. You may want to read the earlier parts to catch up with the rest of us. You can find it here … Part OnePart TwoPart Three … Go ahead, we’ll wait.

 

Caution TapeIt was a cold day in February, even for Florida, when the Mastermind ended his onslaught on my house. He put away his tools and took my special bed. He’d done all he could. Was it enough? We’d have to wait three months before we could find out. His photon torpedoes made my house swell obscuring the ability to get an accurate picture of what was inside.

I’d been through this before. I laid in bed every night praying to my Creator that the Intruder was gone for good. Wanting to prove the cutter wrong when he said, “You may have to live with him for the rest of your life.”

Three months later we tested my house and I met with the cutter. The Interloper was still there. To get away from the photons, the trespasser had broken into separate pieces and he was now scattered across the upper floor of my house. But the cutter’s eyes twinkled. “I want you to meet with the Brazilian,” he said. “We think we may have found another course of action.”

Motivated to rid myself of this evil presence, I ran head-long to the Brazilian’s office. I liked him and wondered if he was still eating his daily turkey sandwich. Inside he informed me that there might be another way. Medicines that I would feed my house twice daily. The treatment was working with a woman who had the same Trespasser as I did and he wanted to try it with me. I readily agreed.

Three months downing two types of medication in a specific order. I waited with fingers crossed and prayers sent to my Guardian for the outcome of testing. Had the pills done anything to eradicate the Intruder? Gleefully, the Brazilian brought good news. One spot was gone and the rest of the spots were shrinking or stable. I looked heavenward and praised my God. After so many years chasing this Interloper, I could handle “shrinking or stable.” We decided to continue the treatment for another three months.

Those three months came to a close this past Monday. I’d completed all my testing last week. Anxiously, I waited with my mother in the Brazilian’s office for news. The Brazilian strolled in shaking our hands and chatting pleasantries. I watched his face for any signs. He sat down at his desk and poked on his computer.

“You’re clear.” He stated matter-of-factly as if he was talking about the sky or a background check.

I paused. Not really sure I heard him right but knowing I did. “I’m clear?” I asked. “What do you mean I’m clear?”

“Your chest is clear.” He said as he broke out into a wide smile.

“Clear?” I asked again, not able to comprehend the results. “Completely clear?”

“Clear.” He waited for the news to sink in.

I turned to my mother whose eyes were shining. She had a large smile on her face.

“Look at the CT report,” he said, turning the monitor toward me. “No evidence of cancer.”

I shook my head unable to speak. In shock, I suppose.

“Continue the course of medication for now and in another three months we’ll get a CT Chest and Abdomen to make sure.”

“Am I cancer free?” He looked up at me without saying anything. “In remission?” I offered, wanting to put words to this condition. The Brazilian stopped short of claiming either outcome.

Even though I still have a hard time believing where we are right now and that the Intruder is actually gone. I praise my God. Singing the Doxology with a whisper of hope in my heart.

Praise God from Whom all blessings flow.

Praise Him, all creatures here below.

Praise Him above, ye Heavenly Host.

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

Jesus had always told me that I would be fine. But in our Christian economy, fine could be healthy and living or living with Him in Heaven. I had been prepared for either conclusion for two long years.

So for now the Interloper seems to have been beaten back. Dead again. And me? I’m still stunned. Not really sure how to cope without the beast who’s been intertwined within me for so long; but ready to try!

Receiving His Grace

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This is part four in an ongoing series about some health trials I’ve been walking through, thanks for joining us!  If you’d like to get caught up, here are links to parts One, Two, and Three.


It occurs to me that I’ve left you dangling.  Rope in hand, sunlit tree in the distance.  Course by now you realize I survived the Cardiac Cath.  My ghost isn’t typing these words.

I’ll be honest with you.  In the beginning I was only prepared for one piece of bad news.  You know the woman in the Bible who had the 12-year bleeding problem (found in Matthew 9, Mark 5, and Luke 8)?  I was experiencing the same issue, albeit, for not nearly as long.  But having been there, it gives me insight to her longing … her need … to touch Jesus.  The faith that she had that if only …

If He were walking by me I would have done the same thing.  Wouldn’t you?

Of course I’m not able to have the Master just happen by my town; but in my way I did the same thing.  I ran to Jesus for healing – for coping – for solace – for peace.

I was prepared to have my standard mammography.  I wasn’t prepared to find something suspicious in my breast.  I was prepared that doctors would discover that I needed surgery to correct my bleeding issue.  I wasn’t prepared for cancer to be the whispered, yet unconfirmed, diagnosis.  But when pre-op work started and doctors zeroed in on my heart, having never experienced any symptoms, I wasn’t at all prepared for them to find an abnormality.

What my cardiologist originally called a “slight” blockage became, with the help of the ‘eyes’ of the Cath, a 100% blockage in the artery they call “The Widowmaker”.  One. Hundred. Percent.  I shudder to think what might have happened.  What becomes wholly amazing from this experience is how fantastic God’s creation really is.  I most likely didn’t experience any symptoms because my body had been making a network of veins to circumvent the blockage.

In any event – the doctor was able to tunnel his way through the obstruction and insert a stent.  Post op drugs now delay my surgery for at least a month.

So I wait.  Experiencing more pain, it seems, with each passing day.  I have no one to lean on but God.  I have no mercy to ask for but from Jesus.  No relief but pop two tabs of Tylenol when the pain strikes.  I kid.  My relief comes from fully knowing that He is still with me, watching over me.  That He is in control and His plans for me haven’t changed.  How do I know that?

Because He told me.

I’ve told you before about a time of particularly deep prayer that occurred about six years ago when God laid out my future.  It was desperately needed at the time.  I was coming out of a swift, but severe, bout of depression and had rediscovered Him.  When all had crashed down around me and I was utterly bankrupt in all facets of life, I needed to know that I had a future.  That there was purpose and design to my life.  Our God, who is so faithful, graciously showed me mine.

The future that God initially laid out for me then is complete except for the last thing (writing the book), which is in progress.  So a little thread of worry did invade my consciousness just before the Cath.  Was I a ticking time bomb?  Would I die on the table?  I was kicking myself for not writing faster, for completing the book that God said I would write.  Actually, he said books – plural – and about a year ago revealed more of my future.  But everything I was experiencing was enough to conjure a small trickle of doubt that could easily have been ridden by Satan if Jesus hadn’t been so quick to comfort me.

God stopped the hamster wheel that sometimes is my brain and quickly, unquestionably, gave me this verse:

God is not a man, that He should lie, nor a son of man, that He should change His mind.

Does He speak and then not act?  Does He promise and not fulfill?  ~ Numbers 23:19 (ESV)     

My breath catches in my throat.  The last six words bring tears to my eyes.  “Does He promise and not fulfill?”

No.  No, He doesn’t.

God doesn’t lie.  He doesn’t change His mind.  He is steadfast.  He is faithful to keep His promises.

Once again I am driven to my knees in gratitude as the veil between Earth and Heaven is peeled back and I get a glimmer of understanding of just how much God loves me.  So much that He would shut a door the devil might walk through, seek to remove my worry, quiet any discontent that might make its way into my heart, mind, or soul over this situation.

He reminds me that He is in control.  He is on the throne.  He is faithful.

All the glory to Abba Father.  I am overwhelmed by His grace.

There’s more to come … see you next time!