Alone in a Crowded Room

Here we go again. Today is October 1. What does that mean? It's breast cancer awareness month. Yes, that's quite important. Yes, the awareness in and of itself has brought more funds to the research of this dreaded disease. Yes, each day that I'm still here means we're that much closer to a cure. But how long will it take? Cancer is such a complicated disease. I've been battling this for 18 years and I desperately need a cure NOW. It's metastasized to my brain and it's growing. I'm taking two different kinds of chemo pills every day, and it doesn't exactly make me feel like turning cartwheels. I'm just SO tired.

Yes, God's got this. Yes, He'll continue to walk me through like He always does. But today? Today I'm not feeling it. I'm so glad salvation isn't dependent on our feelings. PLEASE continue to pray for me. The days are getting more and more challenging.

But you know what? Just looking at these pictures gives me reassurance. I often feel alone, even if I'm in a crowded room. But I know I'm not. These pictures remind me of people who care about me and have taken the time to do something for me, even if they felt like it was a small thing. I know people are praying for me but don't know what to say to me. You don't have to know the "right" thing to say, just speak to me. If you ask how I feel, really mean it. I'm still fighting and I need soldiers by my side.

"But those who suffer He delivers in their suffering; He speaks to them in their affliction." ~ Job 36:15

Malik, a youth in my small group six years ago, wrote on the wall at Huntsville Hospital in my honor. :) 

The back of our Liz Hurley shirts in 2010

Nurse Stiles at Monrovia always asked everyone to wear pink on Thursdays in October, the day I received my treatment.