I am a firm believer that if God brings you to something, He will bring you through it.
The summer of 2018 was my first true test of that belief. I was at work, fortunately on my lunch break, when my phone rang. It was my husband, Craig. We were waiting for the biopsy results. My heart skipped a beat. “Not good honey. It’s cancer” I remember hearing those words but not much of the rest of our conversation. I remember walking in to tell my boss, she gave me a hug and then proceeded to clear my schedule. I would meet Craig at a park so we could lean on each other, figure out a plan to tell our kids. The next few days, weeks, and months would pass in a blur.
What does this all mean? This new language: Gleason score, nerve sparing, robotic surgery. I didn’t want to have to learn or understand any of it. We were 43 and 47 years old Were we really facing this now? I thought this happened to men in their 70s or 80s. I remember feeling anger at well-intentioned people trying to share words of encouragement: their grandfather or father had prostate cancer and he was fine. I wanted to scream back at them…”this is my husband!!” Grief is an amazing process to walk through and it’s just not pretty.
I am so grateful tor the women in my life who helped me through season this by allowing me to feel all the emotions I needed to without judgement. I needed permission to recognize I was experiencing prostate cancer in my own way, personally as a loss of control and inability to help the love of my life.
This video shares more of this season of our life. I pray you never receive the phone call that brings you to your knees. If you do, I pray you feel God’s loving hands carrying you through.
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From my heart to yours,
Jen
