There is a lot of interesting stuff around cancer survivorship. I got a Cancer Vixen card from a friend today. Someone else told me about a documentary called Crazy Sexy Cancer. Something about colon cancer and sexy doesn't match up for me. But it does draw my attention to the courage it takes to cope with cancer.
I'm not talking about the courage of a volunteer soldier who is courageous out of duty, honor, or a sense of adventure. Mine is the courage of a draftee who realizes a little too late that he should have moved to Canada. If I'd celebrated my 35th birthday with a colonoscopy I probably would have been spared these 6 months of chemo. But I didn't know war was being declared on my lower digestive tract. So I will probably spend my 36th birthday in bed lamenting the side effects of round 7.
My household will be adding a holiday to the calendar on my last weekend being 35: Susan's 36th birthday (observed).
I think of myself as responsible, smart, curly-haired. Courageous has never been on my list of self-descriptors. I don't suppose that most people opt for situations that require courage. It's the sort of thing that you root around for when you need it. Mine comes from trusting that God is in control of everything, including this, and that He cares about me.
I think of the disciples being "terrified" when they saw Jesus walking on the water. I can relate to terrified. Jesus told them, "Take courage! It is I. Don't be afraid." Ben suggested one time that it's like Jesus is dispensing courage. "Here, have some."
I'll take that.
1 comments:
I'll add "wise" to your list of descriptors.
I admire people who examine what they've been dealt and extract life lessons.
And in sharing what you're learning, you're blessing us.
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