The “C” word

Cancer.

It is not a respecter of age, gender, nationality, race or financial status. It slinks in and whispers haunting songs of fear to our minds, extending cold fingers to steal peace, joy and hope.

Cancer’s hollow grin casts shadows in the places that long to embrace and shine light, expecting us to accept its ugly, deadly nature.

And on the long, scary nights when cancer boasts its conquests and waves a tattered victory flag – it waits… believing we will roll over and give up. Believing we will lose all hope. And cancer believes it will win by default.

But Cancer is wrong.

DAWN BREAKS… and the sun rips away the veil of darkness and we see cancer for what it really is: a terrorist wreaking havoc on the entire human race… a sniveling, snotty, stupid-head bully.

So what do we do?

WE. FIGHT. BACK.

A couple of weeks ago, I had the joy of meeting two beautiful women who are kicking, clawing and fighting back against the “C” word… refusing to give in or give up hope. They refuse to take what cancer offers. They refuse to be told by cancer what they will or will not do, or how long they will or will not live.

Elaine and Carol are sisters. Both are active members in their church and community. Both are Christians. And both received a diagnosis of cancer —  two weeks apart.

And Cancer waited, unafraid, sure that the sisters would acquiesce —-

But the sisters put on their boxing gloves… and came out swinging.

 These two lovely ladies answer to a higher power than cancer. They answer to, and trust in, the Highest Power of all.

Please take a few minutes to read Elaine’s story and journal over on her Caring Bridge site. Maybe you are going through something similar, or know someone else who is. Maybe you just need encouragement.

http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/elaineemmert/mystory

You will need to create a free caring bridge login – but it’s worth it. Be blessed, my friends!

*Side note: I met these women b/c I saw Elaine and there was a warm, peaceful beauty about her. I just had to take her picture. I asked permission, she gave it – and then learned about her story. Every picture has a story – I’m so glad I learned this one!*