“The doctor was adamant that it’s cancer, and I’ve researched it. If it is, it’s not good.”
Weeks of repressed fear gush forward, and I find myself crying, mid restaurant, my husband seated across from me.
“We just don’t know yet.” he responds softly, taking my hand. “We’ll deal it with one step at a time.”
Of course he’s right. Lack of sleep is making me irrational. The site burns with itch, but the skin tears if I touch it, leaving me with razor-like pain. The specialist warned against treating the area till we had more information. I am a raving lunatic.
Back at home, I have a little chat with God:
“Whatever the outcome, whatever your plan, please give me the opportunity to serve in some manner. I want my time here to count.”
We leave it there. I have calmed down. Acceptance settles in next to faith.
In the dance of life, acceptance has been a frequent partner, asking me to follow. This week, examine the role that acceptance plays in your life. So looking forward to your responses.
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