Blessings!

I know Counting Your Blessings sounds pretty weird when it is in reference to cancer. To be honest, sometimes you have to look for those blessings but they are there, always there. After having both of the Brachy therapy treatments I went home for about six weeks. I don’t really remember much during this time because I was very medicated. I did have some radiation burns and so I was thankful for the medication that made me very sleepy. I also remember the look on my husband’s face when he was taking care of me. He looked so concerned and worried. He was trying his best not to show it but when you have been married for many years there are just some things you can’t hide no matter how hard you try. I also remember my sweet Mom’s face too; I know she wanted to make it all better.

During the recovery time I felt so blessed. Many friends and neighbors were calling to check on me, bringing meals over and coming to visit. Each and every one of them was a blessing. They had prayed so faithfully during the whole time of treatment and now through recovery. I was so humbled by the cards and letters that came in the mail and the words of encouragement and love that arrived in the mail box almost daily. What Blessings!

When I went back to the doctor for a check-up, we went through some tests etc. (as always) and awaited the results. One thing that I have always appreciated about UVA (University of Virginia) is that they are very quick to give the results of tests; they are much faster than the labs and facilities at home. Praise God, it was good news; the cancer had shrunk and would continue to do so over the next couple of months. What a blessing, what a relief. I could hardly wait to get on the phone to pass the good news on to the loved ones at home, family, friends and church family.

On the road to recovery was a great place to be. Now I would just go for check-ups every three months. How wonderful!

After going for check-ups for a little over a year, I got some test results I wasn’t very happy with. The little letter that comes in the mail just said that I needed to take the test over and that I could have the Pap smear done at my local GYN’s. I called to make the appointment, explained what was going on and they worked me in within a few days. (My GYN is the one that found the cancer to begin with.) I go into his office; he comes in the room and was very light hearted. I wondered what the deal was; turns out they just didn’t get enough cells for the original test so there wasn’t a problem. My GYN was laughing a little because the Dr. at UVA was my GYN’s professor at one time. Let this be a lesson that when you are called back for repeat tests, it isn’t always bad news. What a Blessing!