Cancer

Interrupting the series on "the wall".

13 days ago my wife had a cyst (we thought) removed from her upper right leg. Only, it was cancer. Sarcoma, they call it. This one is rare, a spindle cell sarcoplasm, I think.

So, in a moment our lives changed. I think the genie's out of the bottle, and you can't get her back in. Cancer is the rest of our life. That is, even if the medical team wins a "cure", we will always be living with the possibility of cancer, the return of cancer, the effects of cancer, the annual visits to the doctor who treats our cancer. It's amazing what one 15 minute conversation with the surgeon who took out the sarcoma can mean. Our lives turned on a dime, and they will never be the same.

I don't believe that our experience is really any different than pretty much everyone who lives on the planet. Like the radio broadcast on Sunday, December 7th, 1941. Or the announcement at 1:30 PM, November 22nd, 1963, that the President had been shot. Or the phone call to Susan on Friday, September 28th, at about 5:30 PM, that my brother was dead. These moments show up unexpectedly, and we are not only wrenched from our boredom, or lethargy, or illusions.

We are forced to lay down our belief that we are in control.

That only God is in control.

That GOD IS IN CONTROL.

Has this ever happened to you?