I met a man. Swoon -- in a where-have-you-been-all-my-cancer-life kind of way. He was amazing and brilliant and kind. His name is Dr. Kline, and he is my new plastic surgeon. He practices at The Center for Natural Breast Reconstruction. Over the past 15 years, he's done at least 1,000 DIEP procedures, and he has a 99% tissue survival rate. We'll have to go to Charleston, South Carolina for a week for surgery, but he is well worth the investment of time and travel. No muscle will be compromised, we'll use my own warm, live tissue, and he has stringent safety precautions for surgery. (Those were not in place in Atlanta.) I feel so at peace with this decision and am truly grateful that God led me to Dr. Kline. Thank you, Sebrina and Paul, for encouraging me to seek a specialist.
I had a belly laugh. The hotel where we were staying was hosting a Liturgical Dance and MIME Conference. That's right a conference for mimes. Don't ask. Because I have no idea. I just can't even. Tony and I cracked up at the idea of the mimes trying to communicate as mimes at their conference. I wanted to go in and start miming, too, just to see if I could get away with it. ROFL for DAYS and DAYS.
I saw some gorgeous scenery. Charleston is a beautiful city. I wasn't up for walking around in the 100 degree heat, but from my air-conditioned car I was one happy girl. The flowers, the Spanish moss, the fountains, the shops... so charming.
I came home feeling better than I have in weeks. Something clicked in my brain. Like someone flipped the "you-so-got-this" switch. I feel ready to speak to my kids with confidence that their mom WILL be okay, that our God is so intervening on a DAILY basis, and that sometime (probably next year) their mom will be BETTER than EVER.
I was surprised once again by a table of grace. The past two times I've had doctor appointments friends and neighbors have come into my house for various reasons to help out. Both times I have come home to find a table filled with blessings. Last week it was an Italian feast complete with a Bon Appetitt table cloth and roses... and a beautiful necklace. This weekend, it was a table full of groceries (the easy-to-cook-when-you're-not-feeling-good kind.) I also came home to four more cards in the mail!
|Thank you, Meghan, and Joan and Bob!|
I hope you know that EVERY time you pray for me, send a card, make a meal, donate to the medical fund (we're half-way there!), give a gift card, babysit my kids, or invite us over to swim in your pool... YOU are the manifestation of God's goodness in our lives. It is truly remarkable for all of us -- especially the children -- to see you caring for us in such tangible ways. We tell the kids that you are generous, loving people, but that GOD is the true motivation for your thoughtfulness. He is the giver of everything good in our lives. We praise Him for all you do. Every time we worry there won't be enough --- money, time, babysitters, energy -- you show up and shock us with your generosity. You -- my family, my friends, my coworkers, my neighbors, and also you who are strangers yet give generously -- THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart.
Chemotherapy begins July 9. Until then, I want to strengthen myself (physically and spiritually), work as much as I can, play as much as I can, and just get back to being ME -- the wife, the mom, the person I was before cancer. I miss that girl. I'm not 100%, but I feel good today and I am so thankful.
So how are YOU? How can I pray for YOU? Please let me bless you back.
"In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven." - Matthew 5:16
To donate to my medical fund visit: http://www.youcaring.com/medical-fundraiser/join-forces-in-emily-gregory-s-battle-with-cancer/344536 Even $10 makes a big difference!