Friday, September 27, 2013

The Land of the Living

Update 

Yesterday's ordeal has ended with the completion of 8 hours of surgery.  Our beautiful daughter begins the recovery part of her battle.  Goliath lays mortally wounded at her feet.  

"The odds are now in Molly's favor." 

~ Dr. Saffari, Oncologist 

The rest of us stand back in humble, grateful awe to have witnessed the goodness of the Lord in the Land of the Living

It is good to be on top of the world ~
and to know a hope-filled future
awaits yet another climb.

~ Molly's Mother





It is God who arms me with strength
and keeps my way secure.  
He makes my feet like the feet of a deer;
he causes me to stand on the heights.
He trains my hands for battle;
    my arms can bend a bow of bronze.

~ 2 Samuel 22:33-35



Thank you for your prayers.  

Thank you for your encouraging words, 
emails, texts & blessings.


Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Goliath Comes to Call


 
On several occasions in recent days I've come here.  With fingers on the keyboard, heart astir & thoughts jumbled, I have hoped something ~ anything ~ would magically materialize.  No such magic.  So I've decided to navigate my way through this anyway, along with the jumbles & astirs.  And tears.  And prayers.

If my daughter can stand up to the Goliath of Ovarian Cancer, I can surely write something about it.  Or rather, about her.  She is the heroine of this story; the beauty facing down the beast.

I've decided not to chronicle Molly's journey here or write copious explanations about this particular form of cancer and its treatment.   Mostly I want to convey that it's a Stage 3 Goliath, one that requires she undergo major surgery, followed by an extensive recuperation process first in the hospital, then at home.  She then faces rounds of Chemo.

Anyone even remotely familiar with cancer knows all about the ugly stuff.  So let's consider the Beauty instead:  

Molly Diane  

 

Born December 12, 1970
She is our only & much-loved daughter. 



 No matter what she undertook, then as now, 
there was bound to be squeals of delight & laughter. 

It was at about this time that her Daddy began
calling her Tootie Bug.  It stuck.



Fearless, agile & athletic,
she was forever taking on some new
challenge or adventure.   


Though the middle child, she was never
a wedge-child.  Her larger-
than-life personality didn't permit it.
Anyone that knows her, loves her.



She grew more beautiful 
with each passing year.  



Whether baseball, skiing, soccer or volleyball,
she loved the outdoors & sports, & she loved to win.


  

I remember this day as though it were
last week.  There's very little that's 
daunted this one.



This is one of my all-time favorite photos, taken the 
day of her baby brother's (Kelly) wedding.



Molly's greatest joy has been in being
mother to Rylie.  We should have known
how close they'd be these nearly 17 years:
Rylie was born on December 12 
~ her mother's birthday!



Terry & I can think of few things in life we 
treasure as much as Molly & Rylie.  Their
frequent visits when we lived in Arizona
are among our best memories. 



Molly was a single mother for many, many years.
Then came Tom ... The love of her life!



With Tom came Megan & Ava.
Rylie now has sisters (and they
love each other dearly), and his
girls love Molly, who they affectionately 
call "Mummie".
    

And just last December they married.
The date:  December 12


There is neither time nor space to take you through 
the lot of the life that is uniquely Molly's.  
Tomorrow that life will be in the hands of skilled surgeons.  


I would greatly appreciate your keeping 
Molly, Tom, Rylie, Megan & Ava,
in your prayers.  
They have an anniversary 
to celebrate on December 12, 2013.

Goliath is not welcome.




Lullaby ~ Goodnight My Angel 

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Dialing In

 
You can't depend on your eyes when your
imagination is out of focus.
~ Mark Twain
 
 
Focus.  It doesn't seem like much unless you don't have it.  I know. 

I bought my first pair of in earnest spectacles this year.  It entailed dilation & numbing of my eyeballs, followed by a block of torturous time responding to whatever the Opthamologist dialed in.  Next came an exercise in finding as many scurrying pin-pricks of light as could be found in the confines of an itty-bitty screen.  Instead of $12 reading glasses, I am now the proud owner of $149 Bifocals. 

Focus comes with a price.

Sometimes I get lazy & leave the new contraptions where I last laid them.  Funny thing ... I'm often searching for pair of glasses to find my glasses.    

It's hazardous-going without focus.

I've been known to attempt herculean deciphering feats with my glasses.  This gets me into a bit of trouble at times; times when I'm required to read labels at the grocery store, or when I'm adding a new ingredient to some recipe.  "1/4 tsp" invariable looks like "3/4 tbsp.".  Not bad unless we're talking salt, or cayenne pepper.  Moreover, it's never good to work on one's guilt when it ought to be a quilt.  Huge mistake!

The propensity for error increases when focus is difficult or lacking altogether.

Recently there's been a volley of new challenges in our lives.  Some are wonderful & inspiring, the sort that attend a much-anticipated new adventure.  Others not so much.  These come in the form of quandaries, worries, heartaches, & the like.  Yet it is these ~ both the wonderful and the not-so-wonderful ~  that remind me of how vital is focus. 

With flawed focus, a lot of good stuff is overlooked.

Recently, as if flowing from the heavenly dimension right into my own, came the thought:  Focus on the "cans" and not on the "can'ts".  

I realize such a thought is hardly earth-shattering, nor will it gain me recognition among the great thinkers or wits.  But it packed a powerful punch worth pondering none-the-less.

That which garners my focus often determines the quality, or lack thereof, of my life.

Focus.  It can be a recipe for success, or peace, or praise.  Or it can be a recipe for angst, or anger, or worry ... if not a whole lot more that stifles my peace.  The difference is, most often, whether I wear my prescription lenses or not. 
   

Focus on the cans and not on the can'ts.
 
 
We demolish arguments and every pretension
that sets itself up against the knowledge of God,
and we take captive every thought
to make it obedient to Christ.
~ 2 Corinthians 10:5


" ... whatever is true, whatever is noble,
whatever is right, whatever is pure,
whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable ~
if anything is excellent or praiseworthy ~
think about such things."
~ Philippians 4:8