A Spring of Joy

Our gut instincts can be good… or they can be bad. I know, pretty deep stuff, huh?

Two years ago when I was undergoing biopsies and tests and scans to see if I had cancer, my gut told me, “There’s something there.” I just knew. And I was right. And I hated that I was right.

My gut instinct these past two weeks as I’ve been tested and scanned and waited for results was, “There’s nothing there.”

And I was right. And I can’t tell you how ecstatic I am that I was right.

Yes, my friends, the CT scan is clear! There is no cancer. There is nothing wrong with my liver or any other abdominal organs. When my oncologist came through the exam room door and said, “GREAT NEWS!” I almost passed out… truly, got lightheaded. The relief was overwhelming.

As for what’s wrong? She thinks it is inflammation remaining from all the lymph nodes that were taken from my side. Because of my lupus, I have had a hard time with the inflammation from that surgery healing, and scar tissue can be painful. She thinks there could be some scar tissue in there causing the pain. It’s a pain that I will have to learn to live with, but let me tell you, y’all, it’s a whole lot easier to live with that pain when I know it’s not potentially killing me.

We are thrilled. We are humbled. We are grateful. We are blessed. We are clinging.

Good news or bad. One thing never changes. God. He is still faithful. He is still good.

We are thankful for all of you here who have prayed and encouraged. I love this little bloggy world I’ve found… I love that I am emailing women I’ve never met, and finding amazing encouragement from you. I love that I am reconnecting with old friends and catching up.

Now… I am off to bed. Because two weeks of no sleep has caught up with me, and I think I’ll sleep pretty well tonight.

So. Well. Thank you.

I mean that.