We’ve all had them: bad days, good days, dog days, you get the idea, but this past week I celebrated one of my most extraordinary days to remember.
On Oct. 28, 1992 I sat in a doctor’s office in Regina and listened to his pronouncement: you have colorectal cancer. I don’t recall the rest of the conversation and I wasn’t sure who seemed more anaesthetized, him or me.
Unlike other times, that day I was immediately ushered into his office for my appointment. Usually I sat and waited but that day the schedule was so “on time” that my husband hadn’t even returned from parking our vehicle.
After stumbling from the office I headed for the parking lot and met hubby partway between the two locations. I think he knew the prognosis before I uttered a word; I just know that tears streamed down both our faces as we began our 90-minute drive back home.
While he remained silent, I found myself singing, whether to myself or out loud I honestly don’t remember, Psalm 104:33-34: “I will sing to the Lord as long as I live; I will sing praise to my God while I have my being. May my meditation be sweet to Him; I will be glad in the Lord.”
How long I had left for singing was unknown.
Without dwelling on the months of treatments and the years of complications I’ve endured, I can say with all my heart, that day was one to remember.
I realize this is a different sort of piece but above everything else, I treasure the lessons I’ve learned in how to trust Him during these extra 25 years. My heart goes out to those individuals and families who have not been as fortunate and while I don’t understand, I know He loves you.
