Through Our Eyes

I am at the Spielman Center today for another six-month check up with my oncologist, Dr. Lustberg. The parking lot is at capacity this afternoon, which is bad and good. It means too many women are going through treatment, but it also means they are receiving treatment at a state-of-the-art facility from a dedicated staff and world-class doctors. I am humbled to have had that advantage.

On these check-up days, I always arrive wearing my coat of invincibility, the one that helps me believe that I am cured of cancer. It is a cloak I wish to wrap around every woman I see in the waiting area so that they too can again experience a life free of the CBitch. I am not naive. I know not all battles are won, some warriors are lost. For me, that's where the gift of faith, my belief in Christ's promise, makes all the difference. Note I said makes a difference, and is the difference, which isn't the same as saying the trial is any less.

My visit with the doc is more than 30 minutes behind schedule. Not complaining because I know she gives every woman she cares for 100 percent and more.

Pics o' the Day

Veteran's Day sunset.

Froggie Friday!