Faith Filled
Friday
I got the phone call while I was at a filming conference
with my co-author/friend. I looked down to see who it was, at the same time
frustrated I hadn’t remembered to put it on vibrate. Dr. Mheta’s name filled my
screen. What in the world…
Thanks for joining me for Coffee Hour with Chicklit Power
and Faith-filled Friday with Trench Classes United. Come on in as I share for
the first time on social media one of the biggest scares of my adult life.
“My doctor never calls me so let me see who this is, Steve.”
“Sure, sure,” he smiled.
“Sure, sure,” he smiled.
“Kim, this is Heather from Dr. Mheta’s”
Silence
“How are you?” she asked
“I’m good; how are you?”
She got right to the point, sounding as positive as one can
when they have not-so-good news to share with a patient. “We received your
mammogram back and they want you to go in for further testing.” She hurriedly
reassured me it was probably nothing and told me she’d be sending the order in
and the imaging facility should call me sometime that day.
I hung up in a bit of a dazed shock, but I do remember
seeing faces of others whom I’ve known went thru breast cancer fights and/or
just scares, and I felt this sort of compassion for them that I had never known
before.
I shared the news with Steve. Both of us shook our heads in
disbelief and reminded each other of Who is in control. I had just been
recounting the story of almost getting hit by a train the day before, and
knowing that God had completely intervened in that scenario served as a fresh
reminder that He’d get me through whatever this was going to be.
We talked for a few minutes and then I left, purposely
switching my thoughts to my next task, though fear knocked on the door of my
mind and heart, at times sounding like it was going to bang the door down.
Apparently there was a bit of confusion combined with
miscommunication between the original imaging center, my follow-up imaging
center and the doctor’s office but finally a week later, I went in for the
follow-up test. Oh, Mylanta, I had no idea that an itty-bitty thing could be
tugged on, twisted, turned and tortured so much. The pain combined with the
fear was just too much and I let the tears fall, all the what-ifs flooding my
soul.
I did combat the continued threats of fear knocking me down
and filling me up with scripture, prayer and sharing with a few my news. My
husband comforted me with his adamant opinion that it was nothing; there was
nothing to worry about.
Imagine his surprise when I called to tell him that there
was something and the next step was a biopsy. He actually was angry, his first
response, “Why, Lord, why are you doing this?”
I realized in that moment he was going to have his own
experience thru this, whatever happens. I gently reminded him that if I’m going
to walk thru this, whatever “this” is, like I believe, then I need to trust His
promises of working all things together for His glory, my good (Romans 8:28),
knowing that His plan is not to harm me, tear me down, but to lift me up (Jer.29:11)
Please join me Monday for more of this life-changing story
that I am trusting will increase the territory He’s already given me to comfort
others with the comfort I’ve been given.
Faith-ing thru
Kim-Evinda
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