We went out for Carolina BBQ yesterday at a Southend icon, and enjoyed the funny jalopy on the front lawn. Then Amy spent hours wrapping and cataloguing the last bit of my artwork from the attic. It is now all accounted for, named, wrapped in plastic, and ready for sale. (you can see full album HERE. )
Today, I see my oncology surgeon, and I think I get the final verdict on chemo or no. Then Amy and I will go enjoy the lovely trails of the Whitewater Center before she flies home. Super big sigh. I will have to endure the aftermath of the mastectomy all by my lonesome after she leaves, but she has certainly left me in good shape.
We got the mastectomy hospital bill. $90,000. And that doesn't include the surgeon's fees. I hope you all intend to buy ALOT of my paintings. Or you can purchase my books HERE.
But, here is what astounds me. Only two months ago, I was just like you. Leading a normal life. No cancer. Two breasts. No devastating life altering diagnosis. And then BAM! The worst nightmare became my life. But I never lost hope, or optimism, or faith. God was here and I knew it. How is that possible?
I don't know. It is super-natural. It is not possible, yet it is what happened. If you don't know God, I urge you to reconsider. There is a "peace that surpasses understanding" and it can be yours in Christ Jesus. I promise. I know. I have lived it.