What a week!

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What is needed right here is a big eyes-crossed emoticon. But I’m too tired to find one, so you will have to make it up in your head.

This has been one crazy week.

On the bad side, my neck/shoulder pain has continued. I finally was able to figure out that it happens whenever pressure is put anywhere in the neck/shoulder/back/front region, on either side, although the pain is only on my left side. You can pretty quickly deduce that this is a condition that does not allow much rest. Just leaning back on the couch triggers it, and lying down in any way or shape, on either side, or front of back, triggers it. If I find a position that puts less pressure in these areas, it seems to involve odd neck positions, and that triggers it too.

So here is what that has looked like. At night I go to sleep and within a few hours the pain has reached the point where I have to get out of bed. I may not necessarily wake up for this. One night I found myself sitting in the kitchen chair with no memory of how I got there. Other times I wake up for the initial leave of the bed, but wherever I wander, I keep dozing off, as in my head flops over, I walk a little unsteadily, shall we say. Sometimes I catch myself starting to fall off, whether I am standing or sitting. One of the things that helps the pain is standing in the shower, so I have done that a couple of times. Last night I kept catching myself falling asleep standing in the shower. With just a few hours of sleep at night, I have been exhausted in the daytime as well. With only one exception, I haven’t been able to take a nap because as soon as I lay down it starts hurting and I get up again.

Needless to say, I have not been very productive this week, with two exceptions. The first is that on Friday I actually made it to a coffee shop after radiation and wrote for awhile. This was not due to planning and discipline, but to a stroke of inspiration I had on the way to radiation. The last chapter of my book started falling into my lap, and I knew if I didn’t get it down I’d lose the heart of it. I wrote on my iPad rather than my laptop, since I had not planned for this, so it was awkward, and I didn’t complete the chapter. I need to work on it some more, but I have allowed myself to put it off a few days because I know I am so tired I could not do it justice. But I was happy to at least make a start on this promise to myself.

This week I also hosted my first dōTERRA online class. It is a week-long class with ten participants, and I have to say, it has been a lot of work, and I have been a little dazed and confused for part of it, but it has actually been fun. I have made some really fun mistakes, like the time that my computer continued broadcasting live for quite awhile after I thought it had been turned off. I still have not watched it to see just how badly I embarrassed myself, but I know I whipped my wig off and sat down at the computer, and that I caught on video my comment that I had just slathered myself in marijuana, referring to the anti-inflammatory cream I have with cannabis trichomes, which I used to try to stop the pain. Not available through dōTERRA, by the way! Didn’t work either, just as the oils I did try did not work, and the Motrin does not work, and the muscle relaxants prescribed by the doctor on Friday did not work. Well, the muscle relaxants enabled me to get a few hours more sleep than I have been, but they did not prevent me from waking up in pain.

Nevertheless, I have discovered that what those dōTERRA people say is true: I actually do love this stuff, and I do love sharing about it. And I do love the people I have been sharing with. Some I know, some I know only from Facebook, others I don’t really know at all. When I set up the class, I said I had room for ten people to participate, and these ten people asked to be included. They actually all seem to have been showing up for the classes, whether live or the recorded version available later. They have been wonderful and supportive and kind. They have told me I am beautiful, even though I can see the video broadcast of myself and I am horrified! They have told me that I am doing a great job, even though I find myself reading from a paper and still stumbling over the words, whether from exhaustion or natural lack of talent. But I have really appreciated their kindness. Really.

Other bad things have been happening in my body recently as well. Whether they are related to my pain I don’t know. But I have been puffy, like steroid puffy, even though I am no longer on steroids. My fingers have been swollen, and so have my feet and ankles. The neuropathy left from chemotherapy has been more pronounced. Here is where the dōTERRA did supply some relief from discomfort, as the area around my toes was numb and inflamed, and a good application of helichrysum and frankincense in fractionated coconut oil made them feel much better. The general inflammation, however, has been pronounced, and could well have something to do with the pain I have been experiencing.

I need a deeper change, however, and I know that. I have been eating terribly. I have been eating very unhealthy food in unhealthy amounts, and I feel awful. I know that I also need to take control of my diet and my life because of this disease. It seems as though every week I run into someone whose cancer had beat cancer once only to have it return a few years later. That second visit is generally a lot harder than the first. Often, in fact, it is fatal.

So I am back to my vegan diet, and I will let you know how that goes.

Spiritually it has been an interesting week as well. While I was experiencing discomfort during one of my radiation treatments, I closed my eyes and tried to go to that place where I danced with Jesus on the water. (For those who are new, this is an image my pastor gave me when I was first diagnosed, of Jesus reaching out to Peter and inviting him to walk on the water with him. I have visualized that during some of my more difficult times, only rather than walking I found myself dancing on the sparkling Sea of Galilee.) Only when I tried this time I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t get out of the boat, because I knew I would sink, because I knew I didn’t have the faith that would allow me to walk. So I sat in the boat, and Jesus came and sat right outside of it, both our arms resting on the side, and we talked. “Well, you can’t really blame me, can you?” I asked. I’m not sharing them again here, but I have my questions and Jesus knows what they are. I remember some years ago when I brought them up (again) to one of my pastors, he said,
“Sharon, do we have to dance this dance again?” And I guess we do. I am locked into it, seemingly for a lifetime. I spin and spin and become dizzy, and can no longer tell which way is home.

I have given God ways to free me from it so I can rest in his arms forever. “God, please just let me have one full night of pain-free sleep.” Such an easy thing for the creator of the universe, yes? No, I guess not. It probably wouldn’t work anyway. I would probably just say, well, I got better. It was time, and my body healed my injury. Why would God give me a chance to fail and go back on my word again? But okay, this hurts and I’m tired.

I do see another doctor on Monday. My radiation oncologist prescribed the muscle relaxer I started taking last night. So by process of elimination, by Monday we will be able to say say it’s not that, and move on, and hopefully find what it is and what needs to be done. Unless God or my body chooses to heal it first. Either way is fine. The faster way is better, whatever that is.

So that’s what’s up right now. Thank you all for your support! Love to all of you!

What if God’s purposes are bigger than your answered prayers?

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The title of this blog was taken from a Facebook status posted by the associate pastor of our church. He and his wife are currently experiencing a heartbreaking situation, as she is pregnant with a baby who is not expected to survive more than a few hours after birth. What is in their minds and hearts? I can only guess. Thousands of prayers are being offered for them, for their baby. What are they expecting to happen? I don’t know.I can only imagine.

But I understand the sentiment of this statement, what if God’s purposes are bigger than your answered prayers? I understand it because when I was diagnosed with breast cancer there were people who wanted to (and did) pray for a miraculous healing. But I knew in my heart that was not to be. I knew that this was a journey I had to take, for whatever reasons, for whatever purposes. Maybe it is for myself, to learn, to grow, to become the person I am supposed to become. Will cancer weaken me, or will it strengthen me? Who knows, I might end up competing in the Tour de France after it’s over! Or I might just be in my own individual spiritual Tour de France. Maybe it will touch other people’s lives. My children’s, for certain. I have seen this already in a few ways, for better, or for worse which will end up better, if you know what I mean. Maybe there is one stranger out there whose life I can end up touching through this. Who knows?

But this I know, we were not promised a rose garden. Bad things happen, even to good people. Life is hard sometimes. God has works to perform in our lives and in our hearts, and like the works of a surgeon or an oncologist, those works are not always pleasant in the moment. But they are for good, for a purpose beyond what others may see.

We can see it, though, if we are honest. We may not understand it, but we can sense it. We know when God is moving in our lives, because even though we may not like what is happening, even when we might sometimes have sleepless nights, tears, even a panic attack, behind even those things there is a sense of peace.

I am afraid of what I am about to do, it is true. I’m not sure where I am going or where I will end up. But behind it all, there really is that sense of peace. I have had a whole lot of practice in resting in that peace while toiling through the deepest, darkest places in this world, as most of you know. This is just another thing.