My hubby's port removal went very well. It is mostly healed now and he is relieved to have the weight of caring for his port removed. Having it gone is changing my perspective. It helps me take a little step away from the mental stress of cancer. I can now hug my husband without feeling the pressure of the port on my cheek. Now I only feel the comfort and strength of his arms. It's the little things, always the little things that make the difference.
With the new year I have to learn a new way of speaking about our experience with cancer. It's no longer last year, it is now "two years ago..." Another small thing, but the more often I say those words, the easier it is to imagine myself saying, "three years ago, four years ago..." Is it truly possible that one day cancer will be just a distant memory of the past? Lord willing, I hope so!
Unfortunately cancer isn't far away. My friend is again facing a possible recurrance and waiting on her test results. Two managers I know are praying for someone close to them: one has an employee who is facing potential breast cancer and another has a loved one with an inoperable tumor. Having gone through it, I have a better sensitivity and compassion for those who are living with this word in their daily lives. God is definitely using the lessons he taught me to be an encouragement for others and it also seems to help me remain humble because I know just how quickly life can change. There is no cocky illusion that somehow I am protected from pain or sickness. I am much more grateful for the blessings God has given me.
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