Thursday, March 21, 2013
I woke up this morning with a feeling of solidarity with my mom and sisters. We are all, in our own ways, fighting against cancer.
Mom's fight is an actual battle and she is waging war against ovarian cancer. Cancer is an enemy that came, not unexpectedly, but as a surprise none the less. At least two generations of women before her had fought the disease. Brave, strong, courageous women. Those traits are in Mom, and since we take the bad with the good, the cancer was in her, too. She is fighting with the strength that comes from God, with chemotherapy, and with an indomitable spirit.
We had all hoped that since Mom had made it so long without facing cancer that maybe the cycle was broken. When that hope wasn't realized, a very obvious thought came to our minds: my sisters and I are next in line. We asked for advice from the oncologist and her opinion was that we have a complete hysterectomy to remove the possibility for cancer to get us there. She advised us to make an offensive strike in our fight.
And that is what we have done. In order, oldest to youngest, in our own time. My surgery was first while Mom was still undergoing a round of chemo. Cathy next, and yesterday was Cheryl's turn.
Will this radically proactive step prevent cancer from attacking a fourth generation of women? I don't know. But, I'm not afraid. Not one bit.
We are brave. We are strong. We are courageous.
And the God who is in the four of us is strong enough to save us from cancer or save us through it.