She untangled her tired body from the twisted damp sheets. Slowly she put one foot on the worn carpet and then the other. It was five a.m. and the morning held no promise.
It was the first day of spring. The early rising robins were singing a song she could not hear. The roar in her surging mind would not hold court to anything beautiful.
Slowly, not wanting to accept the day's offerings, she lumbered into the dark bathroom to wash the nightmares from her lined face. She dressed in her usual uniform of worn jeans, grey sweatshirt turned inside out and thin leathered moccasins missing all but a few lonesome beads.
She dug deep into her backpack for the keys to her mud laden, road weary but faithful old jeep. She knew this vehicle was taking her to memories she did not want. Once on the bumpy dirt county road she let out the first groan of the morning. This soon was followed by screams of despair even before the first battered stop sign appeared.
This demon plaguing her, this cancer, was not hers to fight but the battle of her young vibrant daughter. No one had told her breast cancer was available to the young. She almost laughed at this thought. Cancer availability, likened to that of peaches at the local farmer's market. Her child with the rose hued cheeks, career on fast track, infectious laugh and the world begging to be part of her life was soon to be a breastless warrior.
Once again her screams pierced the loneliness of the old jeep but this time they were followed with a song of praise and shouts of thankfulness to God.
Footnote:
It was a miracle the cancer was found. She had no symptoms and no reason to have a mammogram. If not for the insistence of a loving boss lady, who says she was directed by a voice from Heaven telling her to make my daughter have a mammogram, my daughter would not be here to be a "pin-up" gal with her grateful mom. These billboards have opened doors making the public more aware of cancer's attack on its' young victims. We at Pink Outlaw want everyone to be aware and to know we are here to help.
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3 comments:
What an amazing story! I love when God uses the bad and brings so much good into this world. One of my favrote scriptures is Romans 8:28
More Than Conquerors
28And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him,[a] who[b] have been called according to his purpose.
I will keep you and your family in my prayers and can't wait to hear how you are doing!
Love you,
Amanda Miller (Bunton)
Thank you Amanda. Yes, Romans 8:28 is a mainstay in our lives. We appreciate your prayers and support. Keep checking with us and see where God's Grace is leading us. Please, pass Pinkoutlaw on to all your friends.
You are loved,
Mamma Zee
Dear Zee,
A wonderful website, a wonderful testimony. I will hope if this ever happens to my daughter I can be as marvelous as you are. Our beloved daughters were not meant to be sick. Thank God that you were directed to be such an instrument in saving the life of your child. All my love and prayers for you and your daughter,
Your friend of a friend in Missouri
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