The tree,the scans, the memories.. journal 2/12/18

Growing up in a little town there was a tiny church with people I loved dearly.  The teaching in this little place fed my soul, the tiny congregation modeled goodness and the potlucks often fed my belly.  When I face hard times it is the steadfast loving example of this church imprinted deep within me that reminds me to lean on God for strength.


Today I felt no extreme trepidation of how my scans would turn out but it is physically not a comfortable day and never without the possibility that cancer can return so I am always comforted by the peace God provides me in prayer.  As it turned out once again I was given the all scans are clear sigh of relief and was sent home to wait out the year until next time.


After a long drive home I was greeted by a box on the counter and realized my sweet husband had bought me a gift.  Inside was a beautiful wooden piece that had been brought to life by the hands of a dear man from the little church of my past.  He and his wife being two of the most instrumental examples of the faith I have learned to draw strength from.  As I dried the tears from my face Hubby encouraged me to look in the box again.


Tucked in the bottom was a bowl made from a Myrtle tree.  This type of tree has always been a favorite of mine and I often cut branches from it to use as riding crops for my horse.  There was one such tree very near my childhood home that I would often pull the branches from as I rode my horse through our little town.


I reached once more into the box and saw a note handwritten on the receipt of purchase.  As tears flooded my eyes again I could barely make out that the tree this bowl had come from stood 200 yards from where my house had once been.  This was my tree, and while both the tree and my home no longer stand a part of them has come back to me as a reminder of the little town and a tiny church that helped me grow strong.


What a precious note to find, what an amazing gift to receive on a day once again rode out on the wings of prayers and the comfort of grace.


Live each day like it's the best day of your life!

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Larissa, I just woke up to what I thought would be "just another day." The first thing I read this morning was your post and I am reminded that there is no such thing as "just another day." I cannot tell you how happy I am for you. I know you went through quite an ordeal with these scans and praise be to God for the wonderful news of getting the all clear. What a wonderful gift! And then the gifts of love from your hubby--how sweet and thoughtful! I am just so, so happy for you and your beautiful family. I send you big, big virtual hugs and lots of love, my friend. May God bless you all!
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THANK YOU! Every day is a gift but some just come wrapped more beautifully than others. I think clear scan days just sparkle in a way all their own! Enjoy the gift of today and all your tomorrows precious friend.
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Oh my goodness, what a special gift. Reading this brought tears to my eyes. God bless you and I am so glad your scans were clean!
What a wonderful gift, the source of which is the best part. Where are you going to place the bowl?
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Vital Info


August 29, 2009


Cancer Info

Colon and Rectal Cancer

September 28, 2004

Stage 3C

4.1 - 5.0 cm


That affects more than just me.

That I have more strength than I ever imagined.

left with mild neuropothy, balance and memory issues

Cedar Sinai in Beverly Hills California


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