For my aunt’s cancer, angiosarcoma, to be removed from her body, her nose had to be removed. After a year and a half of surgeries, nearly torturous radiation sessions, and more surgeries, her “new” nose is left permanently disfigured and dysfunctional. At least, however, she had the knowledge that the cancer was gone and her life was safe.
But, the cancer has returned.
What looked like a bruise near her jaw is actually cancer. And it, too, must be removed. I imagine that more radiations… and uncertainty… will follow.
My poor aunt! I feel awful for her and can’t even imagine what she must be feeling and thinking. How will she get through this? Where will she find the strength, the wisdom, the grace? I find myself asking the same questions that I had when she first told me of her cancer on Christmas Day, 2014. And my prayer for her now is the same as it was then. Here is what I originally wrote – about my aunt the artist and about having divine perspective, even in the face of cancer:
© 2016 Christina Chase
There once was a cripple…
who wasn't afraid to acknowledge that she was a cripple or to share her life of wonder, struggles, sorrow, and joy with perfect strangers. Here I am.
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