Spiritual Retreat

My husband and I recently went on a spiritual retreat, with the primary goal of letting our souls catch up to our bodies. This rat race of life, work, avoiding COVID, societal tension, all while fighting terminal cancer can move us to become very busy people. Frustrated people. Angry people. Unfocused people. Sometimes we just need to get away and retreat to gain proper perspective. Sometimes we need a mountainside where we can pray.

After he had dismissed them [the crowd],

he went up on a mountainside by himself to pray.”

Matthew 14:23 (NIV)

We headed to Boulder Colorado for some inspiration (and cooler weather). Backpacks were filled with food, chairs, study materials, and of course water. Each day would bring a new adventure, and cooler temperatures than we have in Texas!

I deleted FaceBook from my phone so I was not distracted by the world. I wanted to focus on the Lord and listen to what He had for me.


We studied the books of First and Second Timothy separately and together, engaged in prayer and planning, went on hikes through the mountains and foothills, and walked through a wildlife refuge. We sat by a mountain river and studied Scripture, while enjoying the fabulous backdrop God provided. This particular hike was a bit challenging for me (four miles total), but God provided me with the strength I needed.

“I lift up my eyes to the mountains— where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.”

Psalm 121:1-2 (NIV)

In the wildlife refuge near Denver we witnessed bison, prairie dogs, elk, deer, coyote, and more, then sat by a lake to study. Mountain views were once again our backdrop.

The foothills blessed us with a colorful paraglider show in the sky, as well as mountains in our view. Bumblebees busily buzzed around us as we studied and had lunch beneath a shade tree. The hike up the hill was harder than it looked!

“For the Spirit God gave us does not make us timid, but gives us power, love and self-discipline.”

2 Timothy 1:7 (NIV)

We built altars to commemorate our time with the Lord.

See Joshua 22:26-27.

My eye was behind the camera at times, taking in the view through my little black box. But much of the time I just sat and took it in. Listening to nature, and listening for anything the Lord might say. Few photos remain from those moments, but the pictures are firmly planted in my mind.


Paul’s letters to Timothy are inspirational. I admit I was not initially all that excited, but it was quite a good read. I encourage you to read them and study them. These letters are a personal word of encouragement to Paul’s spiritual son. Timothy became a Christian under his ministry. He tells us Timothy’s mother and grandmother were a big part of this process. This affirms my role in the lives of my grandchildren!

Paul also wrote these letters to describe his ideas for structure in the church setting. As we reflected, we imagined he is looking back over many years of ministry. While he has started churches organically around the region, he now recognizes they need some organization if they are to grow and succeed. He gives Timothy ideas on how to structure the church for success.

Similar to Paul, we have been involved in ministry for many years. We have planted churches. We have passed on the baton to other leaders. As we delved into the letters to Timothy and reflected on its meaning for us personally, we realized we have learned much by working in churches throughout the years. God has given us much. We are grateful he has gifted us with knowledge, education, and experiences. This means we have great responsibility.

“When someone has been given much, much will be required in return; and when someone has been entrusted with much, even more will be required.”

Luke 12:48b (NLT)

We are hopeful there are some Timothys out there who will listen to our wise counsel as we serve and coach pastors and churches. Paul also urges Timothy to stay alert in terms of doctrine, to watch out for false teachers. We felt this is particularly important during our current time as we see so much false teaching in the world. Part of our responsibility exists in truth-telling.


Second Timothy was especially endearing to me, as it was the last book Paul wrote before he was to be executed. The first letter was written from a place of house arrest, where he could have visitors and roam about freely. The second letter was written most likely from a cold and drafty dungeon, where he was in chains because of his faith. Only one person (Luke, the physician) was with him. Paul knows he is about to die.

In addition to much learned (too much to include in this blog), this study made me think about my life. Who would I would write to at the end of my life? What would I say? What would I want them to know? What would God inspire me to say to them? I found it very interesting that Paul chose to write to Timothy. Not his wife, not his children (assuming he had any), not to his physical family, but to his spiritual son and family. He was most concerned about the life of a young preacher, the advancement of God’s Kingdom, and the security of His church. Oh to be like Paul…

I long to have this kind of Kingdom mindset, so these things are always in the forefront of my thoughts. Always.

À la prochaine…until next time.

Weather: Rain or Shine

A wicked storm passed through our neighborhood last night and woke me up…twice. I vaguely recall Tim mentioning the beautiful light show, but I was too tired to open my eyes and watch. I could see it through my eyelids with each bright flash. I kept hearing it get closer and closer and closer and then BANG!

I was thankful for the rain, and the slightly cooler weather it provided. It has been HOT here in Texas. Over 100 degrees several days in a row. I was supposed to get a walk in, but that didn’t happen either. Tim had a meeting and we still have one car. We have the bikes, but rain is not their friend 😪. Our plan was for him to drop me off at a restaurant for lunch, and I would walk to my appointment from there. We changed our plans since the weather was so unpredictable. I could wait in the clinic just as easily as in the restaurant anyway.

This wasn’t meant to be a weather report. 😂 I’m sitting here at MDAnderson getting the drip. They got me in early. It is true I still have chemo whether it is raining 🌧, sunny 🌞, or otherwise. Every three weeks this thing rolls around. (Has it been 3 weeks already??? 🤔 ) Some people ask me when/if I am finished with chemo. The answer is always the same…I’m a lifer. I am on maintenance chemo until the day I die. That may sound grim, but I plan to be on chemo for a very long time!

A man just rang the bell. It is a tradition here at MD Anderson (and in many other centers as well). It means he is finished with chemo. Yay! I’m happy for him. I am reminded of the time I rang the bell when I finished radiation. It was a remarkable, emotional moment. I was allowed to have family there with me, but this gentleman had to ring it with only staff by his side due to all the COVID restrictions.

Reality is, I will never ring the bell again. And I am okay 👌 with that. I am so happy 😀 that I have treatment that is working. God is watching over my body to keep me stable. The nurses here are like family to me, and this center is like home. I walk in and things may look a little different (e.g. new PPE or longer lines), but there is something comforting about going to a center you understand, routines, and knowing there is always someone there to care for you, and care about you. They take a genuine interest. Nurses know me by name, and ask me personal things, like how is my book coming (yes, they remembered!).

AMEN!!

Just a few more minutes and I’ll be finished, so it’s time to wrap up this blog. I had an extra 15 minutes of drip today as it was time for my bag of Zometa. That’s the medicine that helps my bones 🦴 🦴 stay strong. I get it every three months. Even still, it seemed to go by pretty quickly. Spending time with you, my readers, has helped. Thank you for sharing my journey!

“And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.”

Romans 8:28 (ESV)

Á la prochaine…until next time!

Rejection

“Rejection hurts at any age,” said my wise 22-year-old daughter. We were just talking about a missed opportunity for a mutual friend.

A toddler playing with toys babbles and cries while pointing to a sibling, who won’t play with him…rejection hurts.

A child is the only one not invited to a birthday party…rejection hurts.

Middle schooler does not get picked to be on the team…rejection hurts.

A high schooler gets turned down after finally gathering the courage to invite that special someone to prom…rejection hurts.

Young adult hears “no” or “not now” when popping the proverbial question…rejection hurts.

A mom’s child is not accepted into the desired private school…rejection hurts.

Divorce papers are served…rejection hurts.

A person in the prime of life is passed over for a promotion…rejection hurts.

Man with just over a decade from retirement discovers that his age is now a factor in not getting that dream job…rejection hurts.

An older couple invites the family for a holiday, but their children have other plans…rejection hurts.

Rejection hurts at any age. It doesn’t feel good to hear the word “no.” Our human side jumps to “I’m not good enough,” or “I’m not pretty enough,” or “They don’t love me,” or “_______________” (you can fill in the blank).

We’ve all been there. We’ve all experienced rejection in some form or another. Some have a longer lasting impression, but the hurt is hurt regardless of age or circumstance.

Jesus understood rejection. The prophet Isaiah spoke of this many years before his birth. He is familiar with the pain and suffering that rejection by another human being delivers. He was rejected to the point of being murdered. He can empathize with you when you hurt. When you are feeling rejected, go to the one who knows us best. He will never leave our side.

“He was despised and rejected by mankind,
    a man of suffering, and familiar with pain.”

Isaiah 53:3a (NIV)

Oh, sure, we may take a day or two to feel bad, and we may even bemoan the rejection and throw ourselves a self-pity party. That’s human nature. That’s normal. But…it isn’t healthy to stay there. We must pick ourselves up, go the Lord in prayer, and listen. He may have something even better in store. Remember the old saying:

“When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us.”

(attributed to Alexander Graham Bell, although many have been credited for this seemingly anonymous saying)

Way to go Alex! But in reality this concept appeared in the Bible way before Alexander Graham Bell, Helen Keller, or anyone else wrote it. Paul may not have used the words windows or doors, but the idea is right there in Romans. The suffering we experience from rejection can make us stronger if we look to the Holy Spirit for God’s will in our lives. Suffering (and one might say suffering from rejection) builds endurance, character, and hope… the other door.

“But that’s not all! We gladly suffer, because we know that suffering helps us to endure. And endurance builds character, which gives us a hope that will never disappoint us. All of this happens because God has given us the Holy Spirit, who fills our hearts with his love.”

Romans 5:3-5 (CEV)

Gladly suffer? Gladly? I may need to work on that.

So, yeah, rejection hurts at any age. But the pain and suffering will lead to strength as we learn how to embrace it.

Á la prochaine…until next time.

Big 5-0…

Big 5-0! Chemo, that is. I hit that milestone personally…ahem…a few years ago. 😂 Actually, I received radiation for my 50th birthday…kinda forgot about that until just now.

Today is Perjeta and Herceptin round #50, also known as Pertuzumab and Trastuzumab. These drugs are keeping my body stable, so it’s worth the effort. Hard to believe I’ve been here 50 times since my MBC diagnosis. I should get a cake 🎂 or something. 😂😂. They give me these drugs for the HER2-Positive status. The brown bag is the Herceptin.

I have a room with a view today. I like the exterior rooms because I can see outside, although my back is to the window when I’m sitting here. One of my neighbors was apparently watching Star Wars, as I could hear the beeps and techno sounds of R2D2. 😂🛸🛸 My nurse is very efficient. Luck of the draw. You never know who you’re going to get.

Something’s beeping saying I’m ready for the final bag. Just another half-hour, a few minutes to flush, de-access the port, and then I will be free. Have a wonderful week everyone!

#chemoday

Passing Time at MD Anderson

Another day … another dollar … spent on medical treatment. 🤑My out-of-pocket expenses are typically met within the month of January, then I can just let things happen. It’s about $10,000 per year just for my portion. I don’t bother to keep track of what the insurance company pays. But it is a LOT.

This week alone I had multiple scans on Wednesday (CT of chest, abdomen, and pelvis, and whole body bone scan), blood work, and today I had a mammogram, more blood work, and now I’m waiting for chemo to drip. It is very much like a full-time job managing all of my doctor’s appointments and such. I’m not complaining, especially now that I am “semi-retired.” haha. The doc called yesterday to let me know my bone scan and CT were normal! Yay! My body is still stable. Thank you Jesus. Keep plugging away as it is working!

Annual Mammograms are such fun!

The mammogram was earlier this morning. This is the first time I’ve had one at this center, and the first mammogram in two years. They only do the left one, since the right one is basically belly tissue. Combination lockers conveniently store my valuables. They gave me this freshly pressed, monogrammed robe that has been stored in a warmer. So cozy! I felt like I was in a spa, until the s m a s h i n g began 😂. Ladies, if you have never heard Barbara Johnson’s “How to Prepare for Mammogram,” it’s worth the read.

After that torture chamber I had some time between appointments to eat breakfast, shop, and get some lunch. Oatmeal breakfast was inside Panera Bread, as they are open and allow people to sit at socially distanced tables. That was much better than what I did (am doing) for lunch. After shopping for some fun stuff to keep the grandkids busy (more on that later), I was running out of time to eat out. So, I thought I would pick something up at the clinic. The coffee shop here is less than desirable. Even the nurses talk about how they miss the cafeteria in St. Luke’s. They were out of salads and Diet Coke, so I got a Coke Zero and the last “gourmet” peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Gourmet lunch?

As far as I can tell, the only thing gourmet about the PB&J was the price! They did include granola to the center for a bit of added crunch. I went to the cash register but the clerk was out to lunch, said the technician sitting by the cafe. He asked what I had and offered to pay for it when the clerk came back, since I had to get to chemo. 😃 Aww! That was sweet, but I told him I would pay when I get finished. Who knows whether I’ll have a bill when I get back down there. 🤷‍♀️

Nurse👩‍⚕️just came in and we commiserated about the new patient chairs after I pinched my finger 🤨. They are better than the ones at St. Luke’s, but they have some quirks when you try to lift the footrest. At least I can put up my feet while I’m writing this blog.

Perjeta and Herceptin

Rats! I forgot to apply the Lidocaine cream 😩😩. That’s what numbs the port so when the needle goes in I don’t feel it. Rats. Rats. 🙀🙀 Double Rats! Oh well, too late now. I have to apply it at least 30-90 minutes prior or it doesn’t work. I got so busy shopping I totally forgot. This nurse is pretty good. Nice and quick. She did fine. It only feels like a brief pinch.

Still forced to wear masks every time we come. They give me a new one each time, so I’m starting a whole collection 😂. No one can come in except the patients. I’ll be so glad when this pandemic is over!

On a fun note…

When I’m finished with chemo, we will be picking up Elizabeth and Anthony’s kids (Paige and Gabriel) 🤩🥳 to keep them for the weekend so mom and dad can celebrate their anniversary. They have been married FOUR years. So hard to believe! I went shopping to buy some fun stuff for them to play with. Stuff ALL the grandkids will enjoy 🥰🥰. I’m so excited to have them for two whole sleeps. Hopefully they will sleep and let us sleep as well.

Á la prochaine...until next time!

Buy My Book!

Prototype of the book cover.

I’m so happy to announce I have started a Kickstarter Campaign to publish my new book: “One Day I Tried to Rhyme a Word with Onomatopoeia!” It’s a story of a young girl who sets out to rhyme a word with this very big, six-syllable word. She asks for help along the way, from friends, family members, and even pets! Some are more helpful than others, but at the end of the book she realizes all the sounds and rhymes she has heard in her adventure.

This story was started by our family. To pass the time on a road trip with our high-school sophomore, I said, “Let’s write a poem! Finish this phrase…One day I tried to rhyme a word with Onomatopoeia,” and from there the book was born. It has fun sounds and phrases, colorful pictures, and diversity. Diversity is a hot topic right now, which I am pleased to include in the book. The family is multi-racial, and the main character has colorful friends. This is one of my bucket list items, which I have finally taken the time to pursue. I am SOOOO excited to finally be at this place.

This is the first in a series entitled, I Can Say Big Words: The Six-Syllable Series. It will be published in multiple languages as well. Please review my Kickstarter video and consider making a pledge! This is an all-or-nothing campaign, meaning I must meet my goal in order for your credit card to be charged. I have SIXTY (60) days to meet my goal, so hurry!

You will find the book, some teacher rewards, as well as some rewards with a plush Bumble Bee toy. The Bees are crocheted by a friend of mine, who is donating the bees in honor of her mother, who also has metastatic breast cancer. We share that in common, as well as love for our Lord Jesus Christ.

What is on your bucket list?

Á la prochaine…until next time.

Scans, Scans, Doctors and Chemo

It’s that time again… I’m sure my readers are a bit weary of the same story over and over and over again. Yet, I also know you like to hear updates on what is happening to me and my body.

On Monday I had another routine MRI of my brain. I have graduated to every four months, since I’ve been cancer-free in the brain for a year. My last scan was in January. I don’t even worry about the results any more. I know I will see my radiation oncologist and she will tell me if there is any cause for concern. We met on Wednesday, and once again my brain looks great! It appears the Gamma Knife has done its job. Now we continue to pray no further lesions will develop in my fastidious and quirky brain. (I just asked my husband to provide an adjective to describe my brain…that brought a laugh or two 😂.)

Scan on Monday, Doctor on Wednesday, and more stuff tomorrow.

The Woodlands campus is yet to bring echocardiogram to the center, so I still have to go downtown for that. They scheduled me first thing in the morning, meaning an early rise without time for a walk. I am told morning is the best time to go. But if you ask me, there is no good time to go downtown Houston 😔.

I am required to get an echo every three months. This is a strict rule or they won’t let me get my treatment. Perjeta and Herceptin can be hard on the heart. This is why we started walking, to strengthen my heart. For those who follow me on FaceBook, you already know our routine is to walk anywhere from 3-10 miles in the morning.

Oy vey… I had treatment scheduled for tomorrow afternoon, but this is the best they could do. I do think they are slipping a bit with the schedule, with all the work from home due to the coronavirus. Typically they have my echo on the books at least a week before it is due.

It should be interesting to see how the downtown campus is handling the pandemic. I typically do not get nervous going to get a scan or treatment, but admittedly I am a bit more cautious these days. At least they provide me a mask each time I go in. That’s one thing to be thankful for.

After the echo, I have to give blood, meet with my doc (virtually) and get his blessing for treatment (which I unfortunately can’t do virtually 😂). After all my medical is complete, we are heading to east Texas where he has a meeting, and we will hopefully see our grandson for his second birthday. (Where as the time gone?)

Looking forward to another busy and long day. Did I mention how happy I am that I am not working?

À la prochaine…until next time…

SSDI and LTD

It’s official! I filed for SSDI (Social Security Disability Income), and I was approved! Woo Hoot! Early Retirement is what I call it. 😃 I have also been approved for (LTD) Long Term Disability through my company’s insurance. I got my first check in the mail today! (Still waiting for SSDI to kick in, as the government is a bit slower than the insurance company LOL😂).

When I was diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer (MBC) almost four years ago, I immediately qualified for disability. That’s what I was told. “But, I don’t feel disabled,” I thought. I can walk. I can talk. I have use of my arms and hands. I could even do my job from anywhere as long as I had Internet and my laptop. I am a task-oriented person, and I have always had a strong work ethic. “You don’t work…you don’t eat,” was my motto (and still is, as long as you are able). I did accept a handicap plate for my car early on, for those days when I was doing chem and didn’t feel like walking as far. But the wheelchair on the plate made me feel a bit like an imposter.

Just because someone doesn’t look disabled, doesn’t mean they aren’t.

Even though I would qualify as disabled, I wanted to keep working for a variety of reasons. I felt more productive than I thought I would feel not working. I didn’t want to lose my sense of purpose. I have spent the past ten years developing my professional identity as a counselor educator and supervisor. It is difficult to let go of part of your identity–not that I have to completely–but working full-time in this position has provided me a reason to get up, get dressed, and connect with other professionals. I genuinely enjoyed my job and felt like I was helping people. I put my all into my job, maintained high performance scores and even earned multiple awards. To manage it all, I let go of any extracurricular activities. Fighting cancer became my main activity outside of work and family.

I admit I probably put a bit too much stock in what people might think if I stopped working. I had this theory that people look at you differently when you are not working. I thought they might think of me as “lazy” or “irresponsible.” However, we knew this day would eventually come. From the point of diagnosis, Tim and I talked about what it would look like if I went on disability.

We could send more quality time together, while I’m still feeling good. Perspective changes significantly when you don’t know how much life you have left, or whether you will even make it to the day you retire. Sometimes healthy people don’t make it to their retirement!

The more we talked, the more we liked the idea of accepting SSDI as an “early retirement.” Basically that’s what it is! Going on disability (SSDI) is equivalent to accepting what Social Security has to offer now, rather than waiting to see if I can retire and earn back what I have contributed. It is a tough decision. Social Security is much less than my current income. I committed to keep working as we knew it would take some time and planning to change our financial picture.

You see, two months prior to my MBC diagnosis, we bought a new house. It was a beautiful, 2-story house of 4,200+ square feet. We got a fantastic deal, so we bought it as an investment property. The plan was to keep it until retirement, and then sell it and downsize. It required two full-time incomes. We loved that house. It had a game room with a pool table upstairs, and a dark media room on the first floor with proper media furniture. That was probably my favorite room as we had a lot of family gatherings there to hang out. Well, I also loved my closet 😃 (the house has his and hers closets).

Reality pressed. We could not stay in the house if I wasn’t working. The options were limited: keep working, or begin the process of downsizing. Alternatively, Tim would need to take on additional work, which would defeat the purpose of spending more quality time together. It honestly took a while for me to accept the possibilities of not working. I admit this was a very grueling decision for both of us. It is a process, but we learned to trust the process.

Aside, when I was diagnosed with brain mets in 2018, and experienced the Gamma Knife in January 2019, the decision became easier to downsize and move toward disability. We both agreed that brain mets qualifies you for disability income 😂. We put our house on the market and sold it in May.

Three years have passed since my original MBC diagnosis, and we finally managed to pull the trigger. We downsized and moved into a smaller house in August. I do love our new home. It’s just the right size, and we got to pick out the colors. I finished out the year at work, then I informed my boss I would not be coming to work in January of this year. And as previously stated, I got my first disability check on May 11th.

God is good. He is faithful.

Hebrews 10:23

While I am now earning a small disability income, I still feel pretty good. I do get fatigued at times, but now I can lay down and take a nap in the middle of the day without feeling guilty, or worrying about whether I have a meeting to attend to. When I have scans, chemo, or doctor’s appointments I don’t have to take my laptop and work around it, stressing over whether I will have time to complete my job. I do plan on being around a while. My body is stable, but I’m still considered “terminal.” I will always qualify as disabled even without any progression of the cancer.

Looking back (which I only do on a rare occasion), this was the best decision we could have made. I have a new sense of purpose. I am able to work on projects that have been sitting on hold for years. I can spend time with my grandchildren, garden, cook, clean, and organize things around the house. I can play the piano, tap into my creative side, and simply enjoy the small pleasures of life. I can blog 😂. Most importantly, Tim and I are working on ministry opportunities which we can do together, to advance the Kingdom of God. This is my purpose.

Á la prochaine…until next time…

Drip During the Pandemic


Today is chemo day. I also saw the physical therapist to get measured for a new sleeve. Admittedly, it was a little intimidating going so “far away” from home. Amazing how perspective changes so quickly. Under normal circumstances we could all be diagnosed with agoraphobia! 😳

I put on make-up for the first time in quite a while, and set out for my big adventure. See picture below. 😂

With the pandemic heating up, MD Anderson’s protocols have also changed since my last treatment just three weeks ago. For starters, no one can come with us. Tim drove me here as usual, but he couldn’t come in the building. 😩😩

They still screen you at the door. Even moreso now. I was welcomed by a trio of face shields and protective clothing. Start with a spritz of hand sanitizer and then the screening begins. This time they also screen by taking your temperature…At the door. It’s in the ear so you don’t have to remove your mask.

Last time I was here, they asked if I had traveled to Wuhan, China. Yeah, right. This time…have you traveled outside of Texas? That’s a bit closer to home.

Last time there were only a few people wearing masks. This time…they hand you one if you walk In the door without your face covered. It is now required for all persons in the building. If you have a fever you can’t come in. If you miss one of the questions you can’t come in. Well, that was an assumption on my part. I didn’t have a fever so I really didn’t know what they would do. I asked my nurse when she came back in. She confirmed my suspicions. They are screened the same way as we are. If you don’t meet the criteria they will send you to the parking lot where a large tent now resides. This is one of the many screening locations for the Coronavirus.


In addition to the mask, you have to wear your yellow armband everywhere you go, which shows you have been screened and meet their “safe” criteria.

More changes to the drip. An extra clip, a different attachment… and the pharmacy seems to be behind today. The wait was quite exhausting. An hour here, an hour there… I did tell Tim he could stay home, but he insisted on coming even though he can’t join me. He’s working in the car since all the restaurants are closed.

On the bright side, I got to enjoy a room with a view. 🙂🙂 We’re almost done so I’ll close for now. It’s been a long afternoon!

À la prochaine… until next time…

Pandemic – Coronavirus

Two days ago the WHO declared the coronavirus a pandemic. This has resulted in unprecedented changes in our country, as well as around the world. Schools, churches, and other gathering places have closed for an indefinite period of time in my area, as well as other parts of the United States. As one of my friends noted: when Disney World closes, you know things are getting bad. This is not true in some countries where there are many COVID-19 cases, I am told, where schools are still open and the numbers of ill are increasing exponentially. It has been interesting from a people-watching perspective to observe the various responses to this current crisis.

The thing I least expected was the shortage of toilet paper. Many people are asking why? The short answer is based in at least two psychological phenomena: retail therapy and panic-buying. Buying all the toilet paper on the shelves helps people feel a sense of control in an environment where they sense a lack of control. It’s relying on an external locus of control to control one’s internal emotions (retail therapy). Also, if you walk into a store and see everyone buying toilet paper, you may panic and start buying your own (panic-buying). It’s a good idea to stock up on essentials, but a strong head on your shoulders can be helpful in this panic-driven society.

God is our internal locus of control. He has it all in control. Let’s not forget that.

Honestly, I’ve been wondering why we haven’t seen the same phenomenon happening with diapers and wet wipes, but that may not provide the same sense of relief for a purely personal need. Are we thinking only of ourselves? Hmmm. 🤔 I suppose we could go back to washing out cloth diapers. Then again, we could do the same as our ancestors did before toilet paper existed and use a corn cob. 😂😂😂

I’ve digressed.

As a patient with metastatic breast cancer, my curiosity with the coronavirus has heightened due to concerns of my own immunocompromised body. My white blood counts are fine at this time, but I am told my body has a harder time fighting infections, viruses, and diseases due to the cancer that still lives within. I take lots of supplements, use essential oils, and of course I pray many times throughout the day. I am also washing my hands frequently, using the 20-second rule.

We were traveling when all of this began. We have been on the road since March 2nd when we left Vero Beach. First we went to the Exponential Conference in Orlando where 5000+ church planting professional gathered together. (They didn’t seem too concerned about the Coronavirus at the time). Next we drove to Charlotte, NC for Tim’s national council meetings (starting to see a little concern in the US at that time). And now we are in Oklahoma City for a wedding he is officiating for a friend (pandemic and panic are evident across the media). My observation is that the change in attitudes and behavioral responses happened very quickly, as does the spread of this virus.

It is surreal, as it seems life goes on in most of the places we are visiting. Restaurants are filled with people, as are the malls and hotels. Yet, notices of school closings and other event cancellations have been showing up on my FaceBook feed and ticking across the TV throughout the night. Every news channel and radio station is focused on this event. This morning I prayed God would direct me to the places that are virus-free. We will be back in Texas on Sunday, and then I can hunker down and stay home until this passes.

You may recall I belong to an online support group of over 5,000 MBC patients. I posted a thread… “Coronavirus check-in. How is everyone doing?” which started a very active discussion from patients living all over the world. Most of the threads said they were doing okay, with a brief update on what is happening in their world. A couple of people used the forum as an opportunity to state their political views, of which I was uninterested to participate to be honest. Aside, this isn’t about politics. You can argue the response of various leaders from both sides, and no matter how red your face gets, the other parties will become even further entrenched in their views. It’s just not worth it. We believe what we believe, and we need to accept that. We need to work together here to fight this thing.

MBC group members in the hotspots seem to be a bit more concerned than the rural areas, while many are trying not to let this interrupt their flow of positivity. Overwhelming responses to my question indicated we are more aware of our frailty, and we are taking whatever precautions are necessary to keep us safe and healthy. But this is something we do all the time, so it is not necessarily new to us. At least two people in the thread have contracted the virus, or are being tested for it. Others have bronchitis, the flu, pneumonia, or other major illnesses. It is challenging enough to fight cancer without this added concern. For them I am praying.

In addition, there is a fear that if we do not “flatten the curve,” medical professionals who are inundated with cases will be forced to choose who gets treatment and who does not. In essence, doctors will be placed in an ethical position to say who lives and who dies. This is already happening in other countries, and could happen here if we do not contain the virus. The concern in my group is that we will not be deemed valuable enough to save, since we have already been diagnosed with a terminal illness. We would not receive the last ventilator, for example, if they did not have enough to go around. One woman has been fighting MBC for 11 years. She is doing well. Her body is stable, but she still has MBC. She has children to care for, and she expressed her fears that the medical professionals would place her lower on the list of those “valuable enough” to save, if it came to that.

There are those who still feel we as a nation are overreacting. Perhaps. I am not writing this to debate whether the decision to close flights or other gatherings is the right or wrong thing to do. I am writing this because I think it might be helpful to inform you of the fears that go beyond the lack of toilet paper, whether or not we can go to school or church, or whether we can go to Disney World or the Houston Rodeo or an NBA game. I wanted to let you know there is a real concern amongst those who are battling a chronic illness, cancer, and probably the elderly. MBC patients live daily with the reality of life and death, yet now have to face yet another crisis that impacts already frail emotions.

So far I am virus-free, and so is my hubby. We are taking precautions as much as we can. It is suggested we stay home. Stay away from people. Wash our hands. I agree, and I plan to stay home as soon as we are home. 😉 But there is another side to this as well. Every time someone goes into public with the potential to infect another, they are putting others at risk. You may not even know you are infecting others. While social distancing may not feel good, I think we can find a way to make this work. Altruistically. It’s only temporary anyway. Let’s rely on the words of Jesus for this one…

A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.

John 13:34-35 (NIV)

Á la prochaine…(until next time).