We鈥檝e all had them: bad days, good days, dog days, you get the idea, but this past week I celebrated one of my most extraordinary days to remember.
On Oct. 28, 1992 I sat in a doctor鈥檚 office in Regina and listened to his pronouncement: you have colorectal cancer. I don鈥檛 recall the rest of the conversation and I wasn鈥檛 sure who seemed more anaesthetized, him or me.
Unlike other times, that day I was immediately ushered into his office for my appointment. Usually I sat and waited but that day the schedule was so 鈥渙n time鈥� that my husband hadn鈥檛 even returned from parking our vehicle.
After stumbling from the office I headed for the parking lot and met hubby partway between the two locations. I think he knew the prognosis before I uttered a word; I just know that tears streamed down both our faces as we began our 90-minute drive back home.
While he remained silent, I found myself singing, whether to myself or out loud I honestly don鈥檛 remember, Psalm 104:33-34: 鈥淚 will sing to the Lord as long as I live; I will sing praise to my God while I have my being. May my meditation be sweet to Him; I will be glad in the Lord.鈥�
How long I had left for singing was unknown.
Without dwelling on the months of treatments and the years of complications I鈥檝e endured, I can say with all my heart, that day was one to remember.
I realize this is a different sort of piece but above everything else, I treasure the lessons I鈥檝e learned in how to trust Him during these extra 25 years. My heart goes out to those individuals and families who have not been as fortunate and while I don鈥檛 understand, I know He loves you.
