On January 17, 2013 I met with a social worker who is a part of the cancer support system. After talking to him, I realized that I was coping with all that was happening to me quite well. I would feel overwhelmed, then I would write and God would walk me through the fire.
Two days later I woke up with extreme pain and blisters on my breast. Whenever anything touched it, it burned. When something hurt I simply wanted to lie still until the pain went away, but I had plans to finally put away Christmas ornaments that day and couldn't simply sit.
On this day when I was very near the end of my radiation treatment a new problem arose. The treatment was wreaking havoc with my skin. Yet, on this day I wrote that I felt blessed and at peace. The house was a mess, I was tired and sore, but those things didn't determine my state of mind. I was cared for, loved and surrounded by people who saw me and not my "stuff."
Cancer took a toll on my mind and my body. Radiation continued to take more of a toll on me. Somehow, I continually found my feet and kept walking. I found the blessings in the storm and focused on those things. I thought about what was most important and let everything else slide away.
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