We don’t know where we’re going, but darn it, we are taking a romantic beachy trip in February. (I realize February is only 12 days away, and most big trips like this are planned far in advance. We’re kind of flying by the seat of our pants 🙂 )
It was daydreaming about this upcoming trip and thinking about previous trip that didn’t happen that led to my post at Inspire a Fire this month. Below you’ll find the start. Follow the link at the end to find the rest of the story.
God is Present in the Cold Seasons and the Warm Ones
Corey and I were planning a mid-winter tropical vacation for our milestone birthdays. (We turned 40 two months apart.) We’re from the Midwest, and I really love living in a part of the world with such diverse seasons. Snow glittering in the moonlight is magical, and ice covered trees are gorgeous. But by February I’m ready to say good-bye to frigid temps and the fluffy white stuff.
So I was excited at the thought of a romantic sunshine-filled February trip. I don’t know where exactly. Maybe Cancun. Maybe a cruise. Maybe the Bahamas. Anywhere with a warm ocean breeze would’ve made me happy.
Then I discovered a lump in my breast, which led to a mammogram, which led to an ultrasound, which led to a biopsy, which led to a diagnosis of Invasive Ductal Carcinoma. Breast cancer.
We did take a pricey trip in February that year, but it wasn’t to a tropical beach. It was to Iowa Methodist Medical Center where I had the cancerous tumor removed and my body forever altered.