April 18, 2016 KimHarms 1Comment

I found this poem during one of my middle of the night reading sessions. And as I am at the start of what is likely going to be a not-so-good sleep night, I am encouraged by it again. It is beautifully written. Enjoy. Further Still In that lonely place ~ No friend can go ~ No brother can help ~ No loved on can know I must crawl on ~ While you stay ~ Further still ~ Just watch and pray In that lonely place ~ The cup is fought ~ To sip the pain ~ Or choose my lot…

April 12, 2016 KimHarms 10Comment

Going a little farther, he fell with his face to the ground and prayed. Matthew 26:39 I’ve been thinking a lot about a little farther. When Jesus was preparing for his death, he took his close friends with him to Gethsemane to pray. Three of those friends he took with him further into the garden. But even those three couldn’t go as far as Jesus needed to go. Where he was heading, he had to go alone. I am definitely not Jesus, and my circumstances are a bit less consequential. But I am beginning to understand a little farther. I…

March 25, 2016 KimHarms 12Comment

Since my breast cancer diagnosis, dozens of people have shared their death-by-cancer stories with me. It is such a bizarre phenomen. I was diagnosed with a disease that kills people. I know this. I think about it daily. Being reminded every time I go out in public is tough for me. But alas, it happens. A lot. It’s hard for me to hear about Your uncle who died from prostate cancer Your mom who fought breast cancer for 10 years before it took her life Your best friend from college whom you watched wither away at age 20 Your nephew’s…

March 11, 2016 KimHarms 7Comment

In the past two weeks Corey has had to help me do a lot of things that I didn’t figure I’d need assistance with until I was in my 80s.  You know, like sitting on a toilet. To give you a glimpse of recent days in our home, the following is an incomplete list of normal everyday things breast cancer has made it necessary for Corey to help me with. Walking. Sitting down. Repositioning myself in my chair. Standing up. Eating. Scratching my itchy nose when my hands couldn’t reach that far. (When I was coming out of anesthesia this…