Cancer: It Can't Happen to Me

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil, for you are with me;
your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
Psalm 23:4 NIV

I haven't updated the blog much recently. Today I'll tell you why.

Last Monday, I underwent major surgery for cancer. Somehow, I knew weeks before the diagnosis that cancer had its grip on me. The fear of facing it robbed me emotionally and took the fun out of life. It even took away my desire to write. My life these past couple of months has been about cancer and little else.

Cancer. The "C" word. We all think about it and know people victimized by it. We see cancer's ugliness and pray that we'll never experience it firsthand. I'm no exception. When I had some unusual bleeding, I convinced myself it was a symptom of a late menopause. I tried hard to ignore it. Most of all, I prayed fervently and believed that God would make it go away. The bleeding continued and got worse. I've never been one to rush to the doctor, so I waited.

I sought answers in the Bible and found Luke 8:43-48:

As Jesus was on his way, the crowds almost crushed him. And a woman was there who had been subject to bleeding for twelve years, but no one could heal her. She came up behind him and touched the edge of his cloak, and immediately her bleeding stopped. "Who touched me?" Jesus asked. When they all denied it, Peter said, "Master, the people are crowding and pressing against you." But Jesus said, "Someone touched me; I know that power has gone out from me." Then the woman, seeing that she could not go unnoticed, came trembling and fell at his feet. In the presence of all the people, she told why she had touched him and how she had been instantly healed. Then he said to her, "Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace."

Did you notice those words immediately and instantly? I claimed the scripture as my own. I was the Twenty-First Century version of that woman, and I decided that if I could just have enough faith, I would instantly be healed. No doctors for me!

I prayerfully asked God to allow me to touch the Savior's robe. But the bleeding continued.

Finally, I gave in and went to the gynecologist. He ran tests and was reasonably certain that a cervical polyp caused the bleeding. I had an ultrasound, biopsy and D&C, and the doctor saw nothing unusual. Thank you, God! Instant healing!

A few days later, my faith was tested when the pathology report came back. It showed a small spot of cancer hiding among the cells. The doctor said that I would need a hysterectomy. In his opinion, the cancer was very localized and would be easy to remove laparoscopically. A pathologist would review samples while I was on the operating table, and if everything looked okay, the surgery would take just a little over an hour. I could go home the next day, cancer free.

My surgery was scheduled for Monday, June 14th.

I felt an odd sense of peace as I faced surgery. No fear. Many people were praying for me, and I knew that the Lord was with me. That peaceful feeling assured me of the best outcome: An hour or so of surgery to remove a tiny bit of cancer, and I'd be home the next day. It wasn't an instant healing, but an easy one, and I'd take it! Thank you, God!

The surgeon completed the laparoscopic surgery, and before he brought me out of the anesthesia, he waited for the pathologist's call. It came. The cancer had spread into the wall of the uterus. The visible part of cancer, that tiny spot, was the tip of an iceberg. I needed several hours of open abdominal surgery and lymph node sampling to determine if "it" had spread even further.

On Monday evening, I awoke in a hospital bed attached to tubes and machines. I was aware enough to know that things had not gone as expected in the operating room. It would take a couple of days for the pathology report on the lymph nodes to come back, and that report would be the final answer about how much damage the cancer had done and if it still lurked inside of me. I thanked God that I was all right and prayed that the cancer hadn't spread. But for the rest of my hospital stay, I couldn't pray. I wasn't angry with God, but a little unsure of His existence. The enemy loves to attack when we're weak and vulnerable. I fought my uncertainty by shutting down.

On Wednesday, I received the news that the nodes were clear. The cancer was Stage I and had not spread beyond the wall of the uterus. I might possibly take some radiation treatments as adjunct therapy. Otherwise, I'm considered cancer free, no evidence of disease. Praise God! He hadn't done it the way I'd wanted it, but the outcome was what I had asked for. I was healed.

I came home from the hospital on Friday and logged onto my Google page. The first thing I read was the Bible Verse of the Day. It said:

Then he said to her, "Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace." Luke 8:48

God is so good!!

Dear Lord: We might not always understand your ways, but we know that you are with us always, even in the worst of times. Thank you, Father! Amen.

Ladies, please read. This could save your life:

According to Women's Cancer Network:

About 85% of women with endometrial cancer survive this disease. That is because three out of every four women with endometrial cancer are diagnosed at stage I, the earliest stage. These early diagnoses are made possible when women pay attention to symptoms.

Here are the signs and symptoms of endometrial cancer.

➤ Vaginal bleeding or spotting after menopause

➤ New onset of heavy menstrual periods or bleeding between periods

➤ A watery pink or white discharge from the vagina

➤ Two or more weeks of persistent pain in the lower abdomen or pelvic region.

➤ Pain during sexual intercourse

Over 90% of women diagnosed with endometrial cancer say that they experienced abnormal vaginal bleeding prior to their diagnosis. Please see a gynecologist or gynecologic oncologist and ask about an endometrial biopsy if you experience any of these symptoms.