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Spoiler Alert: I Have Breast Cancer


I never thought this would be my view one day. No one ever really considers it when they are healthy, eat well, exercise, and avoid most things that do damage to the beautiful temple God created in the human body. However, this powerful perspective became my reality today, as I met with a medical oncologist, a surgical oncologist, and a radiology oncologist for a recent diagnosis of breast cancer.  


I realize this is probably a shock to many of you, as it was to our family; however, there are so many God winks in this story that I do not feel I can keep it to myself. God has a way of turning the most seemingly awful things into a beautiful blessing, and I have already witnessed His abundant love in the past month of medical screenings, testing, and waiting. I am not clear on what the future holds, but this year, I had already decided to let go and let God, and I am experiencing the goodness, grace, and peace that comes from truly honoring that commitment. 


I plan to write about this journey as it unfolds and will create some backstory entries to support the narrative God is developing in this place of absolute redemption and healing. I will share in my own way, at my own pace, but I know I cannot keep all the ways Jesus is showing His miraculous love and healing to myself. There is beauty in God’s story for my life as He reveals it one page at a time. I am grateful for the opportunity to draw closer to Him, to share His love with others, and proclaim this story of healing, which will manifest in God’s timing, not mine.




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