Tuesday, October 23, 2012

A Happy Beginning


If I could describe the perfect week-end, it would have been the last one.  My daughter, Stacey, determined that everyone in the family would join me in the Race for the Cure (along with 40,000 others).  As a surprise to me, she provided everyone with a T-shirt that said, “Cisa’s Cheerleaders”.  On the back was everyone’s name. What a great celebration to the end of chemo/surgery/and radiation!

It was a beautiful, crisp and clear October morning.  My best friends, Betty, a 20 year survivor, and Emma, joined us.  It just can’t get better than this! 








After the race, we all enjoyed a delicious brunch and had our group picture taken.







Saturday afternoon, we took a trip to the Fletcher pumpkin patch.  


On Sunday, everyone joined us for church.  My son-in-law, Chris, joined the Praise Team with his anointed trumpet.  I was privileged to give my testimony to God’s healing power.  

 Sunday afternoon was another trip to the pumpkin patch. 








This week-end was as close to heaven as I will get here on earth.   Having my family around me was just pure joy! 

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

It's Time

Life has been kind of quiet here at "a quiet place."  Each day I have been driving back and forth to Little Rock to complete my healing---30 radiation treatments.  Why do I have to have radiation if there was no trace of the cancer after the surgery?  The doctor explained that it would cut my chances of recurrence from 35% to 5%.  How can I argue with those odds?  Radiation is quick and painless, just a bother to have to drive to Little Rock everyday.  

One wonderful benefit of being in treatment with CARTI is that they offer two free massages.  Ahh, my sluggish, achy body could definitely use a massage.  As I was driving into the parking lot of the cute little house called, Touche Point, my phone rang.  It was Marsha at "The Woman's Place", a pregnancy resource center in my town.  "Are you ready to come back?"  I was volunteering there last January when I was first diagnosed.  It was what I wanted to do....to be able to help the girls not only emotionally as they went through their pregnancies, but spiritually--something that I was not allowed to do as a school counselor.  "Yes," I told her.  "Yes, it's time."  

It's time to get my life back in order....to get my life back to normal.  I'm tired of cancer with it's chemo, surgery and radiation.  Several months ago, I asked my granddaughter, Kate, about her  friend, Tessa. Tessa's mother  had breast cancer, and I was wondering how her mother was doing.  "Cisa, she's done with that cancer!"  I laughed and said that was certainly a good way to put it.  So, I'm ready to be done with that cancer, too!"

Lord, thank you for giving me this opportunity to use my gift of life to help others.