Monday, May 9, 2016

Putting on Jesus - Selfless love to a cancer patient

This watercolor which I found in my attic stash represents everything I am not. I am not a great cook nor know my way around a kitchen. It is how I stay thin. Who wants to eat what I make? Usually not me. Sister Amy is helping me catalogue and neatly store all my paintings for sale, and I believe was puzzled why I, the anti-kitchen type, would paint a kitchen.

Anyway, it is for sale for any Suzy Homemakers out there who love cooking. Contact me at if interested.

Meanwhile, on the cancer journey there were two developments. I am still logging 33 cc's a day from the drainage tube...and it can't come out till I have 30 or less. GRRRRRRRR. Then, I developed yet another rash around the insertion point, this time from paper tape holding the gauze. My skin cannot tolerate ANY tape. I removed the dressing altogether and have a call in to the doc to be sure that is okay.

The second unhappy side effect of my mastectomy: the front of my right leg has popping out ugly veins all of sudden. They never did that before the blood clots, which appeared after surgery. When I elevate my legs, they go away, but I can't spend my life with elevated legs. Calling the other doc on this development. I am so full of surprises!

Tuesday I meet with the surgeon again, and I hope to hear the treatment plan from here on out. Prayers would be much appreciated. They gave me the hope of no chemo...but I am afraid to hope too fervently for that. Maybe you all could hope for me.

See, it is all the support and prayers and love I have received from others that has sustained me. I would have been terrified through much of the surgery and aftermath, except for sister Amy. She was always calm, competent, and gentle. She always advised correctly, did all the yucky tasks no one in their right mind would want to do (such as empty the drainage tubes), and did it all with a smile. I have had FUN this past ten days. How many people undergoing a mastectomy can say that?
Sister Amy has been my accomplice on wild pony adventures, kayaking, biking, hiking, and college visits with my teens. I don't know what I would do without Amy. She models sacrificial love better than anyone I know. When I look at Amy, I see the character of Jesus.

That same sister is now making me banana-strawberry muffins. She could confidently hang the suzy homemaker painting in her home and no one would laugh at her.

I just wish I didn't have to lose a breast to get her out here for ten days...but God in His wisdom knew who I needed when, and sent her. I can probably trust Him on the rest of my life too.
Good news! Doc called and said no matter what, the icky tube comes out Thursday!

John 15:13 

Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends.

For if they fall, one will lift up his fellow. But woe to him who is alone when he falls and has not another to lift him up!

A man of many companions may come to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.

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