Thought for the Month.
In September 2017 I was diagnosed with ovarian cancer, which is something I never imagined would happen to me. I had an operation and was strongly advised to have a course of chemo therapy, at which my heart sank into my boots.
I had time to think about it and recover from my surgery and decided that I would go ahead with the treatment. All the hospital staff were wonderful, and the nurses and volunteers on the ward where I went for treatment were reassuring, humorous, and very caring. I had six courses of treatment, each cycle lasting three weeks.
There have been advances in knowledge and in the way treatment is given over the last twenty years or so. Talking to people who had chemotherapy earlier made me realize that my experience wasn’t the same.
It wasn’t as bad as I thought but I’m not going to pretend it was a picnic. The worst part about it was feeling tired and weak like you do when recovering from flu.
Most of my hair fell out but I was given a very fetching wig which people often mistook for my real hair. I also lost my eyebrows and lashes. I remembered that Jesus said that each hair of our heads is numbered. Apparently, we have about 100,000! That’s how much God loves us. But the thing is, hair grows back.
Someone told me that when she went through chemo, her husband held one hand and God held the other. I didn’t have a husband but had friends who took me to hospital and stayed with me when they could. I also knew that many people were praying for me.
(to be concluded in September issue)