I also pleaded with the Lord when I was diagnosed with cancer, to please let me live long enough to see my son come home from his mission. HE DID.
Once Blake got home, I asked again to please let me live long enough to see Haleigh find the love of her life and get married in the Temple, she's engaged to be married in March.
When Eric's mother was alive she told me that she was given a blessing when she was diagnosed with breast cancer, all she asked was that she please be allowed to see her boys return from missions. She went into a remission for approximately 14 years, when Kurt, the youngest boy came home from his mission her cancer came back within a few months and she passed away.
It's been 3 years since I was diagnosed with breast cancer, and 3 years since my 1st negotiations started. I have a feeling negotiations are going to come to an end. I promised my family I would make some decisions about moving forward with health issues after the Holidays, and the "Holidays" are coming and going too soon, I'm not ready. However, I did put it on my calendar to make an appointment with my pain doctor at Mayo Clinic --which means its on my calendar to call them, and I will.
I'm making some progress as we wind down this year, and start into 2013. I have an appointment at the Mayo Clinic on Friday January 4th with my new endocrinologist Dr. Roust. I saw Dr. Magitbay (my gyno oncologist) a couple of weeks ago and he said things look good. I know it's baby steps towards some answers, but I'm making them. I also have some tests on the calendar--YAY--can you hear the sarcasm? My family will be happy.
This time of year brings on a lot of emotions for me, and has for years. It used to be because I was not with my mom and sharing the holidays with her, knowing she would be alone, and that she chose to not soften her heart. Now, I appreciate the Holidays, I love the spirit it brings into my heart. 3 years ago my friends and family put up all my Christmas decorations while I threw up and felt the pain of chemo raging through my body. I don't think I have given enough attention or appreciation for what Eric and the rest of my family was going through at that time.
I often times talk to the caregivers where I volunteer, one common thread that I have noticed is that they feel helpless, often times feeling angry but not exactly knowing who to be angry with or why they are angry. Recently I received an email from one of our patients caregivers, she wanted to know if it was "normal" to feel the anger she was feeling after the loss of her friend, she wanted to know what she could of done to better serve her friend. There is no NORMAL to life when you are struck with a diagnosis of cancer. I have learned from volunteering that more often then not people who are going through this journey, process it completely different than their caregivers. I'm so grateful I have the opportunity to volunteer, so many people have said to me "why would you want to be around that environment, after all you've been through?" to those people I always smile and say "why wouldn't I?" I'm learning more about myself and my sweet husband (the caregiver) from volunteering then I would of ever learned anywhere else. I am so thankful for Eric, he was the best caregiver I could of ever had during my treatments, and he continues to be strong and the best cheerleader for me as I visit Mayo Clinic.
So as I ask the question "are we allowed to negotiate with the Lord?" my conclusion is and always has been, we are not in control of our lives, we can make promises and I believe the Lord will keep his promises to us, but life happens, all around us are people who need our attention and need our love, we may not understand why some trials come into our lives, I sure don't, but I do believe at least for me, I have learned so much about myself these past few years, I don't want to go back there, however, the experience has softened my heart and helped me to be a more compassionate person, and if you know me well you know this is a great accomplishment for me.
2013--bring it on--even with that number 13 I detest--