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.