I am unable to post any pictures do to storage issues that I don’t have time to take care of at the moment. Hopefully soon enough though…
I got Covid last month when I had posted about my Breast Implant Illness, and my surgery to remove my implants was postponed. It is tomorrow, and I am so anxious. I am trying to know there’s a place where fear has to face the God I know. This is that place. Tomorrow at 2:00 is this place. As I write this tears are welling up in my eyes, I am just tired in every aspect of life. Yet I am blessed, and this I know.
My breast cancer journey has been so long, and this body is very tired. I know it is the absolute right thing to do, yet I am human. I do fear the unknown. I don’t know what that first glance in the mirror will be like. I already lost my breasts 2 and a half years ago, but aesthetically I have had two sets of implants now. So I don’t know what a flat chest will look like.
I have such a beautiful support system (my husband), family, and friends are surrounding us in prayer! Please if you pray, pray with us. I just ask for peace that surpasses all understanding.
I don’t have a lot in me today. So I will keep it short. Blessings all…🙏🏻
This last weekend my hubby took me out, and I felt like a princess/ballerina 🩰 Ironically this was taken 2 plus years ago before my first set of implants after my double mastectomy. Same place at Christmas.
“Prayer is the best medicine, and God is the best doctor”.
Friday at 12:00 o’clock I will be the patient that is represented in the picture above. I will be undergoing my 5th surgery is 2 years on my breasts. I know God will stand right at my side. I absolutely love the picture above, it is beautiful! It is a perfect representation of all I need to carry me!
I saw my surgeon yesterday, and what was supposed to be done October 28th was asked of me for this Friday. Honestly I could hardly breathe as tears streamed down my face when I got the phone call while shopping. All I could do was say let me call my husband. This is just so soon. I knew we both knew it was what needed to be done. So here we go again! As faith will carry us, and God as our guide. We are tired, I am more than tired. So if you pray, please join us! I am God’s, and although I am far from understanding all of this trauma to my body, I have to remain in good spiritual health. Blessings all…🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 Breast Cancer Warrior 🎀
This is our Mother’s Day until what was 4 days ago. All so fast, and it almost seems unreal. I feel as if I am in a daze. Jesus I know not your ways. Rejoicing she is free of her pain. Grieving for what was, and celebrating her beautiful life all at the same time. Goodbyes are so hard to say! Until that day we meet Jesus face to face.
I haven’t been on for a bit because 3 days ago we lost my husband’s beautiful mom. Patricia Anne, she had dementia. She had taken a fall, and broke her wrist. Then the devastating news she was found on the floor with a severely broken hip. Here today, and gone tomorrow. It took her so fast. We rejoice for she is now free of her pain, and in the arms of Jesus. I will tell you though this loss has been so difficult. It is the finality of my husband’s earthy God given parents. We were there with family until she took her very last breath.
We were there when she met her maker face to face, and her body/mind so broken left her. Her soul was taken, and her earthy body left behind. She had been set free of her body that decayed, and withered away so fast. Singing praise Jesus at last with that one last gasp. Chest stopped as we sank into tears. On May 18 at 8:23 a.m she was met with maker. Free!
It was an agonizing night of her moaning in pain, and morphine on the hour. Lord hear our cries, take her was often spoke in whispers under our weary breath.
So now she is gone, and we have not had a second to stop and grieve. I just started a new job. We are moving, we have to have all of her things out of her assisted living by the end of the month. We had a death, a funeral, and last night our two very best friends married one another. What a whirlwind of emotions. So I found this prompt tender moments a perfect time to share my absence with you all. God has us, and we are trying so hard to just breathe as we are so very tired. We feel the grief come in waves. I know this too shall pass. Hold tight your loved ones, because one day that last I love you will ring so loudly in your head.
I saw this flower laying in the rocks as my mother-in-law was passing, and it perfectly represented her. She laid there body broken, mind gone. As the pedals are scattered on the rocks. That flower will soon blow away with the wind, just as my beautiful mother-in-law opened her eyes one last time in her dementia state of mind taking us all in one last time. Here today, and gone tomorrow. She is free!
On this particular day I decided I feel like writing about my most recent “big life change”. It has been two long years for me(with my breast cancer journey), and after MANY resumes I landed a wonderful job.
God did for me what I could not do for myself. I was getting many computer auto generated, thank you for your application but we will not be moving forward with you at this time. For the life of me I could not figure out why. All jobs I was more than qualified for. All jobs I was more than capable of doing, and doing well.
One day an email came back personalized with sincerely, and a name attached. So I felt God leading me to call this company, and ask what I was doing wrong or how I could change my game to have my resume considered. This gentleman said he had never had anyone ever do this. He was intrigued. I was invited in that day to interview with him, and two other’s from the Human Resources Department. I was amped, and felt God was moving mountains.
As we walked out after the interview he said it was a pleasure, and he would call me on Monday. Well he did indeed call me, and said I was in the running. He needed three professional references, and if they checked out I would not be called in for a second interview like he originally intended. He said they hoped to have this buttoned up by Wednesday. He was very clear that I would know either way. Wednesday came, and went with no word.
In the interim I just kept praying as well I kept submitting other resumes. I did email him to thank him for the opportunity to interview, as well again on that Thursday to see where they were at in the deciding process. Silence all day, it was some what maddening.
Later that day after four, as my husband was turning the key to our door my phone rang. It was him, and I couldn’t contain my excitement. He was calling to offer me the job, and emailed me my offer letter. So God was moving mountains. God stepped in at a time where I was feeling so lost, and I needed to know why nothing was coming through. My guess was I have been out of work for three years. At 48 years old next month having the title of receptionist at a corporate office, of a very large company here is not to shabby. As well Monday through Friday is just awesome! My body is still tired, and it will take some getting used to. My brain though couldn’t handle much more of this being at home day in and day out business. My brain doesn’t do well when it is idle. As well I will be contributing again.
So on this particular day I wanted to share what God did for me. There is so much hope in my life today, and all by the grace of God. If you’re ever stuck, I am sharing this as proof of a God who does indeed move mountains. He is faithful when we go to Him, and cry out to Him in prayer. He hears our cries, and He is a loving God. So I say with much gratitude, Praise God for my new job. I will praise Him in the morning, and all day through. For my God always has my best, I start my new job Monday the 17th! Wohoo 🥳
As I share this quote it is so applicable to me as anyone else in today’s day in age.
I am having to have another surgery (4th one) for complications with my breast implants from my breast cancer. This surgery is taking place next Wednesday. I am having to breathe deep, and pray often. Stop, drop, and pray!
This is not something I signed up for, and I was so ready to be back to feeling my normal. That is not the case, and when you have a flat tire you fix it. So that is what we are doing. 4-6 weeks of recovery, and Zoom meetings await me once again. Thanking God I am not in control, and He is! Courage!
I feed my body food, and pour water down my mouth to nourish my body to give it strength. I pray fully ask God to nourish my soul to. Make me whole, make me well. So I might dwell in the house of the Lord
I wake to go to Him in prayer. Humbly stating more of Him, and less of me. Lord God nourish my soul. Make me whole, let me feel your presence today. Pray, pray, pray. Make me well, so I might dwell in the house of my Lord
Just as much as my body needs food to grow. My soul can not live on bread alone, but every word that proceeds out of the mouth of God. May those seeds take root, and grow wildly through my soul. Nourish me, and make me whole. Let me sit, and spiritually feast with my Father. May His table be where He meets me, and may the spiritual foods I devour give my soul fervency for another hour. Make we well so I might dwell in the house of my Lord
Again, and again I will go to His throne room as my heart needs Him. As much as I am in my own pantry looking for food when I am hungry, may I never get weary of going to Him when my heart needs to be massaged, and filled with scriptures that nourish. Make me well, so I might dwell in the house of my Lord
For if this I do all through my day, hungry body/hungry soul. I have another chance with a new day of maybe dwelling in the house of my Lord. Search my heart Oh God, and make me well. Minute by minute, hour by hour. Nourish my soul so which with you I can be full
For thee I uphold
Jesus answered, “It is written: ‘Man shall not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.’” Matthew 4:4
A good character is the best tombstone. Those who loved you and were helped by you will remember you when forget-me-nots have withered. Carve your name on hearts, not on marble. ~Charles Spurgeon
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