At the Edge of Our Faith
“It is the friendliest kind of cancer,” the doctor
said. “I don’t think it will visit him again,” he added
with a smile.
Basal Cell Carcinoma, a malignant epithelial tumor-a
skin cancer, was born on my husband’s nose from too much New
Mexico sun. Indeed, it is the best kind of cancer to make
its home on your body if cancer has to camp on your door
steps.
But the days we spent waiting for the report led us to
the edge of our faith. Like the wolf howls at midnight on
the canyon’s rim, we stood and watched our future slip into
another chapter of recovery: a stroke, a colonoscopy scare,
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now this.
How the imagination can be like a run-away-train.
waiting, listening, and
praying for good news-the friendly
kind of cancer, dropped us to our knees. At the edge of our
faith, we learned to really lean on our Lord and Savior. We
accepted His grace, more than we deserved, and took His hand
He held out to us. We’ll overcome this obstacle as we’ve
overcome our other health issues.
I am a native New Mexican recently retired, but my writing days are young.
I have three honorable mentions at Bylines Magazine for two short stories and a poem. I also was awarded a SPECIAL HONORABLE MENTION for a poem from the same magazine. I feel like the honorable mention kid since I own one at Hodgepodge as well. Retirement allows me time to hone my craft of which I so love to do and spend time with my family.
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