Four Brave Ladies

We’re back from our vacation — over 1600 miles round-trip — miles that took us through some of the most scenic winding country roads and rolling mountain passes I have ever seen. We drove across Virginia, and through parts of South Carolina, North Carolina and Tennessee. We were on the outskirts of Nashville when our faithful Toyota Avalon ticked over 100,000 miles on the odometer.

The photos can’t capture the beauty, but I’ll share a few in this post. The one above was taken in North Carolina, near the Tryon International Equestrian Center.

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This week’s blog title, “Four Brave Ladies”, is a tender tribute to four women I’ve spent time with in the past five weeks, all who have recently been touched by cancer. I will not mention their names out of respect for their privacy. Their loved ones will recognize these stories.

K’s Story

My first tribute is for a friend I met at church  shortly after we moved to Virginia. She had a wonderful sense of humor, and I enjoyed getting to know her and her family. As our children grew, we shared many laughs and stories — particularly during our kid’s teen years. She and her husband were both music teachers and I was a band mom. That provided a long-lasting connection.

Her cancer diagnosis came in October of 2017. Just two years into her retirement she received the devastating diagnosis of Stage IV pancreatic cancer. It had metastasized to her lungs. There was no cure, only the hope of a miracle and more time.

She fought valiantly for the next 21 months — a miracle in itself for a pancreatic cancer patient — during which she met many milestones for trips and family gatherings. On July 6th she met another milestone, when she held her tiny newborn granddaughter for the first time. Can you even imagine the joy in her heart when their eyes met?

On Friday evening, I received a call telling me that my friend was welcomed into the arms of Jesus. The greatest milestone of all. May she rest in eternal peace.

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D’s Story

My second tribute is for a relatively new acquaintance. We’ve only met once or twice in the past, but our paths crossed again during our vacation. She is a breast cancer survivor. Her cancer was caught early. After diagnosis she had a mastectomy followed by a short course of chemotherapy. She was blessed with very few side effects. Her treatment is over, her spirits are high, and she is doing very well.

Throughout her cancer journey, she kept her eyes fixed on the Lord. We talked about our shared faith, our families, and our lives back home. It seemed like we had been friends for years! I was grateful that the Lord brought us together again as an encouragement to one another in our walks of faith.

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N’s Story

My third tribute is for a friend that we have known for over 30 years. Her family lived on a farm in Maine. They were neighbors and close friends of my parents, and were a huge source of comfort and support for my mom when my father died suddenly in 1986. Her children grew up and moved away, and she and her husband relocated their farm to North Carolina several years ago, shortly after my mother and brother moved to Virginia.

We haven’t been in touch very often since their move. I reached out several weeks ago to ask if we might visit during our upcoming vacation, and was shocked to learn that she was battling breast cancer. She received the diagnosis on her birthday last year. Even though she had just completed her chemotherapy and is beginning radiation treatment, she still wanted us to visit.

It was wonderful seeing our friends again. Although the  chemo left her weak and exhausted, she still enjoys her daily walks. We were given a full tour of their property, accompanied by her husband, their two granddaughters, three dogs, and a donkey. We were quite a sight to see! She is another brave fighter, and I expect she will regain her strength — and hair — very soon. I was so glad we were able to visit during our trip, and I will continue praying for her full recovery.

 

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M’s Story

Yes, I mentioned four tributes, didn’t I?

”M” stands for Mom. Last Friday, while still on vacation, I received word that my mom has been diagnosed with breast cancer. She has Paget’s Disease which accounts for between 1%-4% of all breast cancers diagnosed each year. It’s very rare, but treatable. That is, if you are 85 years old and in relatively good health. My mother has advanced Vascular Dementia and a pacemaker. She cannot have an MRI or a mammogram to see how far the cancer has progressed. The disease is clearly visible though, and presented itself as a nasty rash. My brother and I will meet with a breast surgeon next week to discuss our options. It will be a difficult visit. Your prayers are coveted.

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I’ve lived my entire life knowing only a handful of people who have been touched by cancer. Suddenly this disease is touching so many lives of people I love. It is hard to not feel a sense of helplessness or even dread, however, I have a Father who holds me safe and secure. I have confidence and the reassurance that He will uphold me through whatever trials are on the horizon.

“I consider that sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory about to be revealed to us.” — Romans 8:18

What Are You Waiting For?

Snow Days

If you live in a snow belt state, you probably know first-hand the unbridled joy every kid feels on a snow day. But the hours waiting for that official call always seem endless.

In our corner of Virginia, the Public Information Officer for our school district is a local celebrity. Parents and kids alike await his phone calls before every storm. His witty recordings have earned him a huge fan following, and dozens of memes have been created in his honor. Read more about him here.

Delayed Reward

When I was a kid, there were no robocalls announcing school was closed. There was no crawler on our black and white TV, and no website to visit. We turned on WBZ radio in Boston and listened while Gary LaPierre read through the list of towns with school closures. He read at the speed of a seasoned auctioneer — in alphabetical order. If you left the room, or there was static on the airwaves, you had to wait until the list began again. I felt sorry for kids in Yarmouth. That was a long wait for them!

If you grew up before there was internet, cable TV or cell phones, you get it. Waiting was a normal, everyday part of life. But today, we want everything now! We can’t stand waiting for anything.

Practicing Patience

In Romans, Paul writes,

“ . . . Who hopes for what they already have? But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently.” – Romans‬ ‭8:24c-25

Personally speaking I’m not sure that “patiently” describes how I wait. But I try to be patient while I hope for what is to come.

But what does that have to do with snow days?

Ahhhh. Well, what if our personal growth is shaped by the hope we feel during all the waits in life, snow day calls included? Perhaps we grow by learning to wait for what we do not have. We gain strength by hoping for something we have not seen. If we have only heard about something, or perhaps experienced just a glimpse of it, then we anticipate how great it will be!

That is how I view eternity. Think of the best snow day ever, the best vacation, or happiest memory of your life. None of those can even begin to compare what awaits us at the end of our days on earth.

But rest assured, it will be worth every moment of the wait.