So on a good day and with John here visiting we decided to take a walk on the beach. It was not too long before dark so it was cool and quiet on the beach. It was so peaceful walking along enjoying God's beauty when this nice looking lady walked up to John and asked "Are y'all looking for shells?' It was obvious since I was down shifting through the sand but I'm sure I looked a little scary with my rubber gloves, ziploc bag, hand sanitizer and my wig flying around in the wind (note to self and others - don't EVER wear a wig on the beach!) John replied "We are!" She proceeded to bend down with her little canvas beach bag, pull out two empty wine bottles and then dump the prettiest shells out on the sand along with everything else in her bag and said "Get the ones you want, I live here so I can find more." She then picked up a broken shell and handed it to me saying "Be sure to take this one. It's broken but it's still beautiful and it reminds us that God still loves us even when we're broken."
Now the good news - our pride and joy...our gifts from God...our hope for the future...our children. The unconditional love we have for our children is like no other. Even when we don't like them we never stop loving them. This whole genetics thing hit me like a ton a bricks the night before we met with the Genetics Specialist to get the results. We hope to give our children only good things in life and to pass on only our "good" genes! And I'm happy to say the BRCA1 & BRCA 2 tests came back negative. That made everybody happy!
And in my appointment with my oncologist this week she informed me that I have responded positively to the chemo so far. The lump has shrunk significantly (from approx. 1.5 cm to 0.5 cm) and the lymph node is significantly smaller. That was the encouragement I needed to go straight into Chemo Treatment #3. Only one more of these to go. All I can say is thank God for nausea medicines! Next I start 12 weekly treatments of THP which is supposedly not as toxic or hard to handle. All for the cure.
I've been overwhelmed with loving prayers and support. Not only from my family and friends but from all the new people along this journey. I pray for the broken lady wandering on the beach but willing to share. And as I've been reminded more than once...
"I Do All Things Through Christ Who Strengthens Me"