A Survivor

If you are like me, you can't resist reading the comments left at the end of these blog posts; you may have noticed in the past few months, only one person comments. (I know that there are many people who actually read the blog, so I'm not complaining--although by all means, I would love to hear from more of you :)

"MomaBeam," or Janice in real life, is a good friend of mine. She grew up with my mother, and they have a lot in common. Over the years, life's experiences have forged in Janice a backbone of steel, so when she encourages me on this blog, I know it comes from someone who has been through way worse situations than I've ever had to face. And yet, if you are like me reading those comments, you can see that she is still full of victory, still full of determination. She is a "survivor."

Recently Janice was diagnosed with breast cancer, and today is her surgery. I've promised to pray for her today (even survivors get nervous), for her husband and children (who are nervous, as well). Following this surgery today, she has days of recuperation at the hospital, then weeks of recovery at home, then follow-up procedures. I know that all of you who read this blog may not know "MomaBeam," but I hope that you will add her to your prayer list.

Comments

Anonymous said…
That was so sweet of you to mention me in your blog. Yes, I am alive, although when I woke up from the surgery I wasn't nearly as excited about being here. It must be God's will though cause before the surgery I told my husband, Ralph, that if I "saw the white light", I was going for it at a run. My first thought when I woke up, after noting that i felt like a truck had literally run me over,was that God had not offered me the light- I guess he knew I meant it. Thanks for the prayers, I feel great, just exhausted.
momabeam
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