"It hurts to breathe!" That was my initial response to the news. My mom and dad stopped by last night after Mom's doctors appointment. The news they shared took my breath away. Mom has cancer - 7 cm of it - in her kidney and will need to have the kidney removed. The surgery is scheduled for the 29th, 2 weeks and 6 days from today.
As soon as my breathing and heart rate returned to normal, the questions began stirring around in my mind like a smoothie in a blender. Is there more? Will you be on Chemo? What about radiation? How long is recovery time? What can I do? Will they be able to get it all? It - I could not even say the word for a couple hours.
All the while, my mom stood calm and smiling. "You know what? The doctors only found it because I went in with a bladder infection last week. That's when they ran blood work and ordered the CT scan. My kidneys never really bothered me. No pain or anything. "
Dad pipes in,"Yeah, praise God she was sick because that is why the doctors ran tests on her kidneys. Other wise we might not have known it was there."
"Praise God?" you ask...Yes, that is exactly what they were doing. Not standing there being angry because God allowed her to have cancer, but saying,"Praise God He let me get sick because without being sick, the doctors would not have found the cancer."
Mom's last words to me before she and Dad drove home last night,"Isn't it great that God has a plan and knows what He's doing?"
Hm...so a new journey begins. The journey called cancer...