In the first week of the year, my husband was told by his doctor that he has prostrate cancer, Gleason stage 7. I love my husband so much, I feel like WE have cancer.
In the first week of the year, I sat in front of our television and watched a live broadcast as an angry mob broke into the U.S. Capitol building, while the electoral votes were being counted. The chaos and violence brought back vivid memories of the abuse that caused my PTSD.
In the first week of the year, I am determined. Nothing is going to shake my faith. Nothing is going to hinder my prayers. Nothing is going to stop my praises.
I still have SO MUCH to be grateful for. Even in the first week of this year.
PS. I initially posted this last night. Then I unpublished it, because my emotions were in such a whirl. I was thinking that with all the craziness going on in the news, people didn’t need to read about our worries, too.
But now, after finally getting a few hours of sleep, I am feeling a lot calmer and I decided to post this again, because we really could use your prayers for my husband. We will be meeting with his doctor this coming Tuesday, to discuss the options. My husband’s doctor told him over the phone that he wants to treat this cancer agressively, because ‘you are young and healthy.’ Hearing that made us both feel a lot better.