I’m so thankful . . .
No one in my immediate family has ever suffered from a life-threatening illness. I’m thankful for my acute awareness that my family’s health is due to the grace and mercy of God, whose reasoning I don’t pretend to comprehend, and not because of anything we have done or haven’t done. I’m thankful that I can express my gratitude to God for this blessing by being obedient when faced with an opportunity to provide help, encouragement and child care for someone who has BEATEN stage IV breast cancer. I’m amazed and thankful for the miracle of her healing. I’m thanking God in advance, that her reconstructive surgery was safe and successful yesterday. (I haven’t heard yet. She’s resting.)
THANK YOU, LORD!!!
I’m participating in a month of Thanksgiving hosted by Rebecca Writes. If you want to join in, post something you are thankful for and then link up over at Rebecca’s blog!
I’m thankful for your recognition. Before my own family existed in that sphere (for years) I was an oblivious insensitive to others struggling. I can say I am thankful now for the life-threatening illness because it taught me a new compassion for those in that sphere now.
My Aunt had breast cancer and I honestly had no idea what she was going through, nor through her reconstructive surgeries. I feel blessed to have gone through the caregiver role with my husband as I know understand a bit more about major illnesses. I think it’s OK to be blissfully unaware, but when you become aware, there is no turning back.
Blessings to your friend.
1. I can’t believe I’ve been reading your blog so long that I remembered this post–and it was in June ’08!
2. I didn’t know she’d BEATEN it! Did I miss that post???
Hallelujah!
3. As hard as it was to go through, and though I wouldn’t wish it on anyone, a life-threatening illness in the family forced me to accept help, even when I prided myself on being self-reliant. I wasn’t, and pride was a big hunking bite to swallow. It humbled me, made me more grateful for the little things I usually took for granted.
And this last hospitalization has made me more aware of how kind people are. Not how kind they can be, but are. I think we all try to be, but sometimes it’s almost a habit, an automatic attempt. When you’re on the receiving end, kindness takes on a new importance.