On February 27, 2015, I got a phone call I had managed to avoid for years! There had been lots of other scares with lumps, bumps, biopsies, but all of them turned out to be benign. This time the doctor’s seemed a bit more excited and some of their wording was more cautious, and I was scared. Trying to find a way to describe the waiting, the poem below came to mind…..
Jack in the box sitting on the table
Looking harmless but it’s not stable
Never know when it will pop out
And scare you back to dealing with doubt….
The latch is tricky – won’t always stay closed.
How to fix it – God only knows!
So on my knees I ask for grace
To keep my focus from the fearful place.
Unsolved problems – got to let it rest
And trust and hope I will be blessed
With strength to walk where I need to go
Led by the one who loves me so!
Stage IIIB inflammatory breast cancer…. I had been ambushed by this new and unwelcome intruder. Many thanks to Naomi, Gail, Lisa, Kathy and Barbara – some of the awesome people whose names and beautiful faces I could immediately pictures as friends who have walked on this journey and years later are still here! Also remembering Penny and Kathryn, who walked this road and are no longer here. Grateful for Gail’s nagging to always get the mammogram, which I had been doing ever since I met her.