And the theme of March will be grace. Grace upon grace.
grace [ greys ]
noun.
Favor or goodwill.
Well, it’s here! I am officially LAUNCHED! Of course, even in the grace to get me here, there will be grace needed now that I am here…I’m certain I’ll run into things here and there (and especially early on) that I need to fix or modify. But that’s all a part of the process and progress, right!?
That said, I’m tired and need to go to bed. Tomorrow is a full day of work and volleyball!
Thank you for celebrating with me. Now spread the word! 🙂 🙂
*Post 1078
Unrecognizable :: 3/15/18 :: Post 191
Single digits! 9 radiation treatments left. Thank God.
It’s crazy to me where I am in this journey. Time is so weird. It stands still but moves fast all at the same time. I felt like I was at death’s door during chemo. I have had major surgery where an entire body part was removed. I have heard the words “you have Stage 3 cancer”…..
Maybe it all feels strange because the awful reality becomes “normal” and part of a daily routine…and the “old” or the “what once was” is so very far from grasp because of what has been lived through and survived…
I feel so vastly different and radically transformed…both in good ways and in hard ways that I’m almost unrecognizable.
I look at myself in the mirror and can’t remember what it looks like to have long hair.
I have plastic tissue expanders inside of my body and I can’t remember what it felt like to have actual boobs.
Life before this is such a distant memory that it feels like a totally different life.
And it’s “only” been 6 months……………………
Whoa.
I feel like this journey that I’ve been forced to travel has been years long.
…And what I have learned feels like a lifetime of lessons.
…And what has been required of me feels like I’ve used up all of the strength I will ever have.
All that said, I have much ahead. Lord that You would give me strength to endure.
The Weight of an Elephant :: 3/15/19 :: Post 549
I coached today. And I struggled to cheer on the team because it felt like an elephant was sitting on my chest. As I’m trying to yell and cheer in a convention center filled with thousands of people, hundreds of blowing whistles, volleyball courts and bouncing volleyballs for miles, my lungs couldn’t fill full enough because of the space these implants take up…
It was so weird. I could literally feel my lungs struggle to fill with air…and my muscles struggle to squeeze out what little air I could breathe in.
It’s amazing what I took for granted in a body that wasn’t broken….
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