This morning I went in for my 6 month check. I wanted to take a picture of what a mammogram machine looks like so 100 years from now, you can ooh and ahh at how we did it in today’s world.
I had to wait about 30-40 minutes after the painful smashing for a doctor to read the images. Finally the technician brought word: “Everything looks great! Come back in 6 more months!”
I got a little emotional sitting there while I waited to hear those words. Being back in this place brought back some hard memories. It wasn’t that long ago that these same helpers informed my doctor that I had cancer in my breast.
I hardly think about cancer any more, except to pray for my friends who are still battling for their lives, and I do that every night. I was thinking about the cancer today and my first prayers for help, comfort and healing. I remember asking Heavenly Father, “Why me??” His reply was simple and clear: “Why not you?” I knew then that it was my turn to deal with this monster. And I knew He knew I needed His help to get through it.