You think you’re ready. You know the possibility is there. You can handle it. You’re prayed up. Then the phone call from the doctor tells you what you suspected all along, and you find out maybe you weren’t ready after all.
That happened to me yesterday. Remember the quarantine, the biopsies, all that? Well, I had another biopsy on Monday that confirmed a diagnosis of B-Cell Lymphoma. Not the best news in the world, but not the worst, either.
Two things I’ve learned since starting this crazy journey in June:
Number one, life is short, use fluffy towels.
Okay, maybe not real deep, life-changing words here, but it’s what I’ve learned. When my husband dragged home these cheap towels, I didn’t complain. But after the health issues, I decided, when you’re going through something like this, you just gotta have thick, fluffy towels.
Number two, life is short, eat chocolate cake.
I can merely type the word “chocolate” and gain weight. How wrong is that? To make matters worse, we have this restaurant in town that makes chocolate cake that is out of this world. I drool every time I pass it. Now I ask you, does it really hurt to have a slice of chocolate cake once in a while? No. I say give the woman her cake—especially if that woman is me.
Of course, I know that I’m not in this alone. God walks every step with me, showing His love to me in so many ways—usually through wonderful friends like you.
And there you have it--what I’ve learned on this recent journey. If I come up with any other words of wisdom, I’ll let you know. In the meantime, I have a piece of cake calling my name.