I was put on a path I wouldn't wish my worst enemy to take. It acturally started a year ago this last June.
I contracted the woman's silent killer called, "Ovarian Cancer". I just had a pap test which came out clean also. I just couldn't breath, I was gasping for air all the time.
I went into ER and they took a cat-scan and found that my lung cavities were filled up with fluid and it was caused from that dreaded cancer.
Long story short:
I went to the Boise hospital via the Fire station emergency wagon.
Put on Chemo therapy for several months every three weeks for 6 hours. They did a radical hysterectomy and took all the lymph nodes out of my stomach. All my hair fell out and I lost 30 pounds.
The bright side to that is I save on shampoo and cream rinse along with brushes, combs, hair dye and no long take high blood pressure meds.
After all this I was clean of it for 4 months.
Flash forward now to:
A year later in the same month June and I had moved to Washington and live in a place called Plymouth.
I ended up in Walla Walla, Washington in the ER because I couldn't have a bowel movement.
Of coarse they thought I was just badly constipated till I told them I had cancer in the past.
Yup another Cat scan latter.
It came back with a vengence and was squeesing off my colon.
Onward to Chemo again and alot of long faces in the doctor and nurse world.
I have had now 3 different session same thing, every 3 weeks for 6 hours. But you know I feel great!
Alot of people have come many miles to pray with me and have communion. I believe in the Lord Jesus and have perfect trust this path I am on he is carrying me through.
I will survive and be free one day.
Whether I live or die it is to Christ. Though I walk through the valley of death He is with me.
I am still bald but hey I have learned new tricks with bandanas!