Cancer: Reflections on life with cancer... and finding the good in any challenge.

CANCER Preview Text Debi Hampton

the cancer word – page 2

Hearing the diagnosis of cancer is beyond difficult. We have already wondered and worried the inevitable what-if scenarios as we await our test results. Then it is confirmed.

The memory is still vivid in my mind. The deep sadness overcame me in my car after dropping our daughter at a soccer clinic in Dublin. My endocrinologist had called to tell me the biopsy from my left thyroid nodule aspiration had come back questionable with cancer. He recommended surgery to remove the left half of my thyroid, followed by radioactive iodine treatment to eradicate any remaining thyroid cells that could be cancerous.

I held it together until she left the car. Then tears flowed and my heart ached for the certain physical and emotional pain that would soon enter our world. It seemed so daunting. Due to my limited knowledge of cancer, the “c” word seemed like a death sentence. I am now a seven-year survivor with a positive prognosis, including ongoing checks for life. Cancer is no longer about death for me. We will all die at sometime by something. It is about the life we live in the time we have, no matter how long that is.

The words he said via phone on that sunny evening on June 11, 2008 would confirm that my life was about to change forever.

Even though the grief of the cancer news briefly overshadowed my certain belief in God, I soon was back in prayer with the knowledge that His light would lead me through a very draining and frightful time in our lives. We would face my fears together, and He would bring comfort to my soul. No joke... it was hard. Tears come even now at the memory of the dark and sad hours. But there was joy too.

all are survivors — page 30

Whether cancer, rape, suicide, marital strife, financial woes, domestic violence, addiction, illness, death, school and work drama, family tension... there is one solution... God. We are all survivors and worthy of a good life!

When enduring difficult, uphill battles, it is easy to question the win. But if you are reading this passage, you are victorious. You have survived another day. It is now time to claim that victory and live life to the fullest and be joyous in the life that is yours. Keep walking, keep climbing the hill. Rejoice in the small wins in the race of life.

So many times I have wasted my energy, debating God’s will for me. Pray, seek counsel, make a plan, find peace and expect the plan to change. Repeat. Take a deep breath, chill, and know God’s got it. Survivors, of all sorts of life challenges, become comrades and life-long friends. There is a special bond. Look for others who have succeeded in the fight you are facing today. Ask for advice.

This life is tough. Watch the news for five minutes, and we see much sadness and hardship. The tragic events at the Twin Towers, the Boston Marathon and in Paris were horrific. However, victory and triumph over challenge is evident. Although we will never forget the loss, individuals and communities came together in support and healing of survivors, and remembrance of loved ones.

Pray for emotional peace and forgiveness during these difficult times. He will strengthen our resolve to overcome the grief and anger. Forgive those who hurt you. Each of us are responsible for our own decisions, some which will require us to acknowledge our mistakes. Avoid the temptation to let the actions of others define you. Seek to connect with the Almighty, let go of burdens and choose freedom.

friends are forever — page 54

When pregnant for the first time and incredibly nervous about the concept of a baby (9 lb. 7 oz.) exiting my body, I remember thinking, “If millions of woman can deliver a baby, so can I.” It got me through.

The same holds true for anything. If millions of people can survive cancer, so can I. If millions of people can write a book, so can I. Preface this with the knowledge of God’s will (not mine), and He will guide you through any challenge. I used this as incentive to dig deep and to keep trying, no matter what came.

My husband, Aaron, and I welcomed the incredible support of family and friends. Aaron shared his biggest sorrow was being unable to take away my discomfort. Remember... sometimes it is the simple hug and the holding of a hand that gets us through a difficult spell. Other times it is the persistent, attentive questions being asked of the doctor and gentle reminders to the nurses, that help us know we are in good hands while we are incapable of caring for ourselves. It is knowing our kids are cared for while we cannot do so, that brings peace. Lying in bed is tough for a type A soul like me.

To the caregivers who accept the burden of diving deep into the trenches with a loved one with cancer, thank you! In our fear, our pain and our focus on ourselves, we often forget to say these two meaningful words. You have chosen to be there for us, with stressful and lonely nights, wondering how it will all end. God knows your pain too. To family and friends of those facing cancer, thank you for your meaningful, heartfelt prayers; your time, gifts, cards, and homemade goodies; your compassion; and your sharing of God’s love with those in need! You are appreciated and an answered prayer!

I am mighty – page 66

This just “might” be the title to my next book. Our family was blessed to take a vacation last summer to Virginia Beach. The ocean is amazing and the waves spoke volumes to me again of the awesomeness of God.

We are all mighty in unique ways. Without God, we are limited to our own physical strength. With God’s Spirit, Power and Vision, nothing is impossible. In fact, with absolute freedom in His will, amazing and unbelievable accomplishments are possible and should be expected!

Close your eyes and envision a beautiful, sunny day at the beach, with powerful waves beating against the sandy shores. Even now, I can feel God’s Spirit soar within, encourage and energize me, as I reminisce of the soothing and relaxing atmosphere. What a blessing!

The white sea gulls fly low overhead, carefree and shouting “be free” in their flight. The blue sky falling into the horizon reminds me that God’s power is limitless, and so too can mine be. Sunset and sunrise, even through the mist, magnificently envelope me in the comfort that evening brings rest and morning brings a new day.

Joy and thankfulness rang true as our family enjoyed the beauty of God’s creation and His presence in our lives. I visualize the single set of “Footprints in the Sand,” as those of Christ carrying me (never leaving me), as the poem by Mary Stevenson brings to life.

As you walk with God, use the journal pages to express your feelings. I find writing is therapeutic. Do not let one thought fade away. If God leads you to write it, do so, even if it never leaves your house. If you are so inclined, send an email to share your short story of how God empowered you to be mighty. He may be leading my next book to include your short story in a series of testimonials in His name.