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Chapter OneSpeaking
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| As the hospital attendants maneuvered the
stretcher into the hallway, my husband reached out to me. Our hands
clasped briefly. There was little we could saywe didn't know
what he was facing in surgery. "Please, God, be with him. Be
with the doctors. Be with us who wait ... " Throughout the day I could feel the prayers of fellow Christians. But the surgery was requiring such a long time! With each hour of waiting, my anxiety increased. "Please, God ... " Suddenly, the waiting was over. Still wearing his green surgical suit, facemask hanging loosely around his neck, Dr. Brown entered the room. He didn't need to say a word. Again his eyes told the story, and I wanted to cry. "We removed a malignant mass," he said. Cancer! My worst fear had become a reality! Groping for reassurance, I asked, "Did you get it all?" He answered gently. "No, we just couldn't." That's when it happened. The Comforter came, as promised (John 14:6). I felt myself begin to reel, too weak to reach out, even to God. But God, in His divine love, reached out to me. Suddenly, I was aware of his Presence in that room. I saw it as two mighty arms outstretched to me, beckoning me to take refuge there. How beautiful that He was there in my hour of need. And with this experience came the assurance that He is always close. Throughout the fearful days and weeks that followed, as our faith was challenged, Joe and I were to lean on God's strength many times. "And under His wings you may seek refuge; His faithfulness is a shield and bulwark" (Psalm 91:4, NASB). Thus began our family's incredible adventure of living with cancer, a disease that could be called fascinating if it were not so dreadful. The date was February 8, 1973. Life became a battle to beat the calendar. To gain days, weeks, maybe months.... |