It is well with my soul

Today is my birthday.  My 51^st to be exact.  This morning I wondered where the years went and then just as soon as that was in my head, I sent up a prayer saying thank you for those 51 years.   Trust me, I often wonder why I got to stay and others had to go.  Has my life turned out as I had planned it all those years ago?   No.  Not at all.  But it has turned out the way God wanted it to.  As I tell the angels, God gives us the tools, it is up to us to use them the way he intended us to use them (of course I forgot to mention the wrenches he throws at times too) and while I have misused a few of those tools,  I have been blessed beyond measure.

This morning started with donuts at Fracture Prune (or Ruptured Prune as Tom called it) with the Haydens, Billie and Tom.  Other than Mom, Billie has been the Prayer Queen during these 2 cancer journeys.  She has been there, done that and thrived.  A great role model (a roll she would rather not have been) and I have always hated that she had to witness it. Anyway, Billie had called ahead and I got a donut cake!  And, at the risk of Betsy killing me, I admit to forgetting to get a picture of it.  It was yummy!  However, it was just the sitting and talking which was the best part of it all.  And it was the talking which planted a seed… which is why I have ended up writing when apparently, according to all my Facebook posts, I should be out eating cupcakes, like many cupcakes, as in dozens. 

The seed started as a few jumbled thoughts and while driving to Harris Teeter, the seed grew and the thoughts became (yeah right, they became more jumbled, but this is my blog, so…) a plant.   Here is my plant….

Cancer has given me way more than it has taken from me.  Trust me, you cannot go through something like this and remain the same.  I look at things differently and try to see the good in everything and everyone more so than I used to.  Do I still bitch and want to slap people (of course I do, after all, stupidity surrounds us)?  Yet these days I (usually) stop and think about what the problem is before jumping in.  I have embraced the “everyone is going through something and to them, it is something even if it not something we understand or get, it is something to them” theory.  I have learned this lesson in spades. 

My faith has grown and I am better for it.  One thing I have always pointed out is that I am not a big religious freak.  I go about my business and follow my personal journey. I have never felt comfortable shoving my religious beliefs down someone’s throat.  I grew up in a very diverse area and knew there were many other faiths out there and I understand and respect this.    Yet now I find myself sharing Bible verses and soaking in the prayers sent up for me.  I have found that I am surrounded by wonderful, caring, prayerful friends—no matter what their religion. This is a gift beyond words. 

I have been humbled.  Beyond belief humbled.  There are times I wish people could see my side of it and then I hope and pray they never do.  I have cards from people I barely know, I have gifts from people I can never repay, I have prayer shawls from people I have never met and I have been on prayer chains all over the world.  I have friends, family and acquaintances,  all of whom are and have been there to lift me up, care for me ,ask me how I am and ask what can they do for me. All of this is very hard for independent me to accept.  However, in order to fully embrace and understand this wacky journey, I have had to accept all of it.  

I know I sound like a broken record, but I really am good with everything I have gone through. I would have liked to have said a boob does not define me.  However, it has.   And while it is not the path I would have chosen to learn the lessons I have learned, it is well with my soul.