Cancer – Free At Last

Ascending from the depths of hypo-hell has been a daily resurrection experience. Amazing grace, how sweet the sound! Thoughts are flowing in some semblance of order (as much order as my brain normally has), a level of sparkle returns here and there, conversations with friends are energizing again. One totally Kinzi trait is back: finding limits by exceeding them. Physically, of course; I feel a little better then jump into a project and go ‘whoa. NOT today!’. Yet I cannot help but jump, for Advent Season has arrived and a month of Christmas celebrations began without me. I was all flustered over missing Thanksgiving, how did I forget Christmas starts the next day?

I had another total body scan Sunday, and was barely able to lay still for the two hours. Nuke Dr. said: “Thyroid tissue is gone, cancer with it, Merry Christmas, see you in a year!”

It seemed a bit anti-climactic, but it has been quite enough drama already, mish?

I have much more to say about this season of suffering, but right now, it is time to celebrate. How totally fitting my recovery coincides with having the kounouz home for Eid Al Adha, with rejoicing over my rebirth and my Saviour’s birth, contemplating the holy family as I live with my precious, patient rascals and Saint Joseph-like hubby. For three months my personal prayer times have been challenging myself with the presence (or lack there of) of the attributes of Mary, the mother of Christ. Advent began in August.

It is fitting, indeed.

Thank you, readers who hung in there, reading, praying, wishing, ‘vibing’. I have a Christmas present for each one of you, did you know?  Fitting for people you only know in thin air, but who have been as real, comforting and present as a warm blanket on a snowy night.

I’m not even going to make you wait for the day, I am going to present them today!! Now even! Ready?

I am praying for you by name. For those who read but I don’t know who you are, God knows your names, He’ll fill in the blanks. Doesn’t matter if you’ve been bad or good, either.

I am praying that God will surprise you. That has been my personal prayer for the last six months or so, “Lord, surprise me today”. Funny what He does with that prayer!

I am praying He will surprise you with joy.

Thank you SO much for walking with me on this journey of living with cancer. It is already becoming a memory, but may the lessons learned remain as the memory of the difficulty fades.