Breast cancer is yucky. If I could choose not to have it, I would give it up in a heartbeat. But it’s not all sadness and tears either. It’s chocolate covered strawberries for breakfast. It’s playing hooky from school to go bowling and eat chocolate shakes. It’s love in the way of a magic blanket…… Continue reading Breast Cancer is Not All Sadness
This summer I read through the books of Isaiah and Jeremiah. I didn’t have a particular reason for reading them. I guess I just wanted to hang out with some of the major prophets. But God knew the reason I was reading some of his OT big guys . I’m sure he handpicked them for me. Because,…… Continue reading Breast Cancer and the Old Testament Prophets
Breast cancer. When those two words started getting tossed around the doctor’s office where I was trying to act natural in that stupid gown that was open to the front, I began oscillating between nausea and the urge to dropkick the radiologist. How can he just say breast cancer as if he’s talking about a broken finger or…… Continue reading Breast Cancer Sucks. God Doesn’t.