The ugliness of the mastectomy did not prepare me for the  next stage of the journey.  Healing quickly from the surgery gave me hope. My garden called for seeds and plants.  I was happy to spend time working in the soil.  The time was blest with communion with God.  I knew He was with me.

Preparation for chemo began four weeks later with “minor” surgery, implanting a port in my chest for the chemo.  The nurses said I could watch this procedure.  What?  No way.  Just fainting when they draw blood was an accomplishment.  Not all experiences are necessary.  I passed on this one.  Little did I realize drawing blood would become so easy.

Prayer became a constant activity.  I needed strength that only came from the Lord because I was a real wimp when it came to doctors, needles, blood, etc. My husband and family were always there, but it was the Lord that supplied the strength and power to go through the procedures.

“My health may fail, and my spirit may grow weak, but God remains the strength of my heart; he is mine forever.” Psalm 73:26

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