Upon arrival to an appointment with a doctor or technician, I find myself headed straight to the hospital’s gift/book store for one of these stones. Each have a different word that brings value to me for the day: a bit of hope, a part of peace, and now a new tradition. While in the lobby or waiting anywhere, I hold the rock firm in my hands, turn it over, read it, take pictures of it, run my fingers over the letters, close my eyes, often remember what He said about rocks praising him, the King of Kings.
I even place the stone in my back pant pocket and I am reminded throughout the day. Reminds me of ancient altars discussed in scripture from the days of old, usually created as a memorial to the place where God meets his people. He still does.
This one was gathered on the day of the initial meeting with the surgeon.
My big brother and hero despite his shortcomings, including that he’s a self-claimed “A**hole,” (not my choice of words – his)* was diagnosed with stage four lymphoma on April 6th of this year. I made this wine-wrap to salute his battle ~ my therapy in lieu of smoking. Continue reading →
Claremary hit the nail on the head for me today: Tears mopping my face on a Sunday afternoon, take the time to read it all!
Cancer dwarfs every pain in the ass…”How the hell am I going to get this done on time? What else can go wrong today?! I thought you were supposed to do it! Where the hell are my keys! That’s not my problem! She wants what?! We can’t afford this! WTF!!!…every single pain in the ass curveball each day throws at us. Cancer is the knuckleball of all knuckleballs. It’s the sucker punch of all sucker punches. It’s a full house in a stacked deck and Cancer trumps all!