So, the thing is… Apparently brooms can always do what we all had them doing last night. Some people are going to make fun of everyone who did it and call them gullible. Not me. Why? I was on the couch, exhausted, when I first read it. I got up, got a broom, and saw it actually stood up on its own when I thought it wouldn’t. I called Quinn and Morgan and Maddie and we all laughed and laughed. I took a picture and put it up, which was followed by multiple friends putting up pictures and lots of laughter. Laughter is always a a good thing. There are reports now that it was always possible, people just never tried it before. It was always possible… Like when Dorothy found out she always had the power to go home the whole time. That’s what I’ve been living on the past three years. Someone told me that Jesus is always with me, and has the power to heal me, and I’ve been praying for that ever since. Making a broom stand in a kitchen is nothing compared to what I’m asking for… but seeing everyone believe in something so little and then actually trying it because they saw pictures makes me remember the phrase, “We walk by faith, not by sight.” I get glimpses of complete healing when I hear stories of people still alive twenty years after their diagnosis. Those glimpses are few, so I need to rely on my faith more than my sight. Those stories are the ultimate broom picture. We were told to be like salt, to bring out the best flavor in ourselves and others. Use words to glorify Him and all He does. Some use their words to break down others or make fun of others, or always speak negatively. What kind of words and actions will you use today? Will you be the “salt of the earth”, or just use salty language?
Today, may we all walk by faith… And maybe use the broom to brush away those who make fun of the little child in us who came out last night to play along. In Jesus’s name, amen.
You would never know if you met me in the street today what I’ve been through the past three years. It’s World cancer day. You would never know what I’ve been going through if I didn’t share. So here’s a rundown… Diagnosed terminal from the start. Told weeks or months. Been throwing everything possible at it to make it go away…yet it keeps spreading. Breast biopsy, lymph node biopsy, sacrum bone biopsy, liver biopsy, skin biopsy. Appendix removed. Port placed into chest for easy access for chemo. Treatments that have failed to stop progression….Ibrance, Letrozole, fulvestrant, clinical trial, taxol, carboplatin, verzenio, everolimus, xeloda, tamoxifen, xgeva, adriomycin, Cytoxin, doxil. Too many scans to count. Lost my hair twice. Gained forty pounds. Menopause induced. Hot flashes. Side effects include headaches, exhaustion, skin peeling from hands and feet, bone pain. Three long term hospital stays. Hundreds of vials of blood. Too many sleepless nights crying and worrying if I will see my children grow up. Too many tears shed over friends I’ve made who I’ve loved and lost… megan, Alycia, Leila, Lisa, Brittney… It’s the suckiest club no one wants to join, yet it’s filled with the kindest people. It’s the spinning wheel you want to get off of, but can’t… because you’ll die. It’s the club where everyone has opinions on what you should be doing, especially those who have never been in your club. It’s the club where when you die, you’re a loser. “She lost her fight against cancer.” Screw that. Everyone in the club wins every damn day they get out of bed. And when they die, they didn’t lose. It’s the club where everyone is exhausted and puts on a brave face even when scared. It’s the club where after a while, relationships change because people just can’t handle your diagnosis. Which makes you feel even worse… But you appreciate the ones who stay even more. You would never know if you looked at me. I’ve been sent so many people I’ve lost count. Some people in the club are quiet about it. That’s ok too. You would never know if you looked at them, either. It’s a weird place to be, sometimes you look Healthy and feel ignored…. and sometimes You look like a cancer patient and want to be swallowed up and have no one look at You. It’s the club where people feel obligated to tell you about other people they know with cancer….who died. More and more people are coming into the club every day. I hate this damn club… And love everyone in it. Today we welcomed Shannon Doherty to our club. Maybe she will pull a Michael J Fox and fundraise like crazy for a cure. But if she doesn’t… that’s ok too. Everyone handles it differently. I cant wait for “World Cancer Cure Day.” In Jesus’s name, amen. Xoxo Keri