We got up early this morning and headed down to Baylor hospital for my annual cancer exam. For 7years now, we have made this a family affair. Even though it’s a dreaded exam, somehow we manage to find beauty amidst everything. We laugh and reminisce on the exams past. How time has flown by and…… Continue reading Cancer floor waiting room
2011 right before my liver resection that would get rid of the right lobe of my liver which was all cancerous, I was put on a liver transplant list. Another possibility that we discussed was giving me part of husband’s liver. My thoughts amidst this; This was going to be a very painful journey It…… Continue reading Cancer journey; possible organ transplant recipient
There I was feeling stuck in that moment of pain and despair. Every part of me physically hurt and I knew I was truly dying. That was 2011, I can joyfully say that I made it through and I thank God yet again for the many people He used in my life. I spent months…… Continue reading Cancer journey; hospital nurses
A bed that should have been cold and lonely, turned out to be a warm place filled with love. The feeling of the soft yarn over my cold weary skin gave me a sense of assurance; that someone was praying for me by name, someone was thinking about me, someone loves me, and someone shared…… Continue reading Cancer journey; gifted blankets
It’s been 6 years since I had a liver resection as I have previously mentioned. My body has healed but yet still graced with a nice size scar along with little scars from draining of the fluid buildup in my belly. It’s hard to believe I was able to patiently go through that season. Don’t…… Continue reading Cancer; living with surgical scars
I still remember that season of my life like it was yesterday. It was painful and exhausting. It was draining to me and the whole family. It is a season I would take back if I could. But again, I must say that God remained sovereign throughout and taught me to completely rely on Him.…… Continue reading My cancer journey; chemotherapy
Yesterday was yet another cancer screening for me and this has become a family affair over the years. Needless to say, I love my support group to that “torture” chamber(I hate getting my blood drawn and of course the MRI machine that sets me into a panic mode). But that is not the point of…… Continue reading WHY?