April Showers...

10:10 AM Elizabeth Seckman 8 Comments

My mother always assured me that God will give me no more trouble than I can deal with.

Hmmm...sometimes I wonder if God has just a little too much confidence in me.

Here's the break down. Early April (I refuse to attach dates...I refuse to consciously remind myself of bad times), it became evident that my dad's treatment was failing. I have been a daddy's girl my whole life and the thought of severing that bond took my breath away. BUT...God reminded me of all the times my dad carried me...like through Bush Gardens when I insisted on wearing the sandals he warned me would give me blisters. My dad was always there...quietly fixing things I broke, bailing me out of scrapes, sneaking money into my checking account....I was so spoiled when my husband asked him for my hand in marriage he sighed and said, "Chad, I raised her to think she's a princess...she's spoiled and sloppy and spends a lot of money...knowing all that...if you still want her...bring me a horse and she's all yours."

That was my dad. He was one of a kind.

But now he needed me to be strong. As cancer stole the man I counted on, God gave me the strength to hold his hand and promise him everything would be just fine.

The day my dad died, the MRI report came back on a lump my son had on his finger. Report suggested he have a biopsy to rule out a sarcoma. Talk about making the compass spin till I had no idea which end was north. Talked to the doctors in the 'know' prayed and prayed and got myself calmed down....and before my son got home from school! God is great. :)

About a week later I lost a friend. RIP Cathy Oliver. Wonderful woman of strength and character. She will be missed beyond explanation. Her death defies reason. She was too young and healthy to slip away like she did. God only knows the reason...we mortals can only scratch our heads.

Then I failed my mammogram. Radiologist explained that I have calcium in my breast. I asked, "I'm a mammal...isn't calcium in the breast par for the course?" The answer is not necessarily...schedule a biopsy.

So, as we wait for all the tests...I only know one thing for certain...in all things there is GOD.

I feel the devil throwing punches, so I'll just step out, send my proxy fighter* into the ring and we'll see how it all plays out.

*This is my simplistic theology...that's how I see Jesus...that friend that you only send Christmas cards to, but always call him in the middle of the night when you need bailed out. And even though he knows he doesn't owe you squat, he still puts on the gloves and watches your back cause you ask. He's cool like that.

**Results of Cole's biopsy were fine. Thank you God. :)
**Results of my own biopsy were also normal. I was told 9 out of 10 are normal. That still leaves 1. And 1 is too many. Continue to pray for those 1's and for a cure.