It Is Back

It is back and it is back with a fury.

Seven years ago, the cancer was gone, and it stayed gone all that time, but it is back.

My beautiful bride went in for a routine procedure. A tumor was found, but it was removable. After a tough surgery, the tumor was gone. However, when the test results came back, the ovarian cancer was back.

What? That is impossible, the ovarian cancer had been defeated seven years ago. Six rounds of chemo, and it was gone.

Wrong!

Seven out of ten women who victoriously battle ovarian cancer, will see it return for another attack, according to webmd.com. Turns out, my wife is one of the seven, I wanted her to be one of the three.

Cancer is an evil enemy who does not play fair. It does not follow any of the rules of war, of fairness, nor does it ever give up. It is patient, hiding out of sight, waiting to attack when you are least expecting.

When you think you are living in good health, and everything is ahead of you. Out of nowhere the evil bastard attacks, with no care for you, your family, your friends. It attacks without mercy, and it refuses to slow down the attack.

I watch as the strength gets sucked out of my beautiful superwoman.

My wife and I have been married for 34 years. We have faced challenges, but God has always seen use through. I have watched my bride battle cancer before, victoriously. Years before I meet her God took her through a battle with cervical cancer, victoriously. He will see us through, no matter how this battle ends.

Treatment, chemo, will begin soon. Chemo is nasty, painful, and vicious. The doctors say the cancer, sooner or later, will take her life.

 She is not afraid of death, “to live is Christ, to die is gain,” but I do not want her to go.

I cannot imagine my world without her, but life is an ongoing journey. Many of the roads we must travel down are hard, not fun, and exceedingly difficult. This is one of those.

We have traveled down all kinds of fun, joyous roads, and spent a great deal of time in exceptionally beautiful valleys and breathtaking mountain tops. It is those I want to remember and thank God for.

I met her in church, our first unofficial date was my accident. I called her, we were talking, her two daughters were out with friends, and she had a pizza in the oven.

She asked if I had eaten.

“No.”

“Come on over.”

“Okay.”

The pizza was terrible, but the company was fantastic. It was the beginning of our long and beautiful relationship.

I could blame God, get angry, but the good memories far out way the painful. This cancer, like the others, is not His fault it is an ugly part of life.

I am very blessed to have such a wonderful wife. I love her and still see my beautiful bride through the pain and the nastiness of cancer.