Category Archives: Cancer

Cancer Day

It is world cancer day. I won’t post one of those candle memes because there are plenty of those today.

What I WILL post is this:

Since walking through a cancer diagnosis, surgery, and radiation with my precious  husband a year and a half ago, I know this: cancer changes people.

It changes lives.

It is a quiet evil that screams threats and fear and destruction.

It is a monolith of a word that takes your world and turns it upside down and the only things bigger than cancer when you’re walking with cancer…

are faith, hope and love.

And the greatest of these is love.

Yes, we can greet them with a smile.

Definitely greet them with a smile.

And a hug. And flowers. A meal or two. A letter now and then.

We can pray without ceasing

And we can give them a hand to hold.

Their faith may be bigger than cancer, but even with faith there are scary moments with cancer…

but the greatest of these is love…

and believe me, when love creeps into those middle-of-the-night moments and someone with cancer feels arms wrapped around him tight…

and she feels valued as a person and loved for who she is…

and seen for his beautiful strength and not for his disease…

there ain’t NO disease that can destroy that.

Cancer changed our lives and because it did, I carry a list of treasured names in my heart. Warriors every one. Some are gone but some fight on.

Will you add my list to yours and show them faith today?

Will you share your hope?

Will you pray without ceasing? For them, for their loved ones?

But most of all, will you give them love?

Until we find a cure…


Photo credit: Peninsula Radiation Oncology Center


If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails.

 1 Corinthians 13:1-8

Beard {Part Two}

The radiation took his cancer.

His beard too. Most of it anyways. One side smiles smooth.

It didn’t take his heart though.

Or his faith. That grew stronger.

Oh I might miss the beard some, that wooly soft rustle that loved to caress us with each of his big encompassing hugs, but the trade-off makes it a happy thing gone by … smiled at like a distant memory.

He came home last night grinning.

He ran my finger over the area.

“Feel that? It’s coming back!”

Sure enough, there it was. One side gruff, scratchy…one side soft.

Just like him.

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The Many {{Green}} Faces of Radiation Treatment

Day 30 of 33:


I was horrified when he came out of his appointment this morning with a GREEN ear!


We’d been warned that this week was going to be rough on the surface of his face. Very targeted beams. Think, burning an ant with a magnifying glass kind of targeted.




“What did they DO to you?” I gasped when he came out.


“A new tattoo, whaddya think?”  He smiles.


I gasped again, looking closer and seeing the BULLSEYE on his face, aghast that he’d have to live with a target tattooed on the side of his head for the rest of his life.


{{Seems as though wifey overreacted a little.}}


The green is Sharpie marker, the bullseye is where they drew to get the beam targeted just right, the tattoo is the itty bitty dot inside, which may, or may not fade, but even if it doesn’t, will most likely not even be visible.




No green ears or face tattoos today.Unless he goes ahead with the sweet idea he conjured up for our little monster loving six year-old…a big dragon coming up out of the neckline of his shirt.


{{Badass husband…only THREE left}}


Gettum honey.


We love you and your green face.


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