I had been widowed for nine years when I reconnected with, and eventually married Don. Don and I had known each other fifty-five years prior, when we were teenagers. A year later we married and felt so blessed to be able to spend our late years together.
Two years into our marriage, Don was diagnosed with stage five incurable lung cancer. The prognosis... he had six months to one year to live. By this time, Don again had connected with the God he grew up with as a child. We cried, prayed and thanked our heavenly Father for the precious time he had given us. On October 19, 2006, peacefully, Don died. I really can't account for much the following week.
On the eighth day after his passing, early in the morning of October 27, my daughter-in-law Pam called to tell me that my youngest son Todd had just passed away. He had been fighting cancer for four years. He was fifty-two years old.
Knowing God was holding my hand, Pastor Bob, my church family and Psalm 73:23, "Because I belong to God, he holds my hand," my family took one day of life at a time. Day after day I knew he was protecting me; the numbness and fog I was in, was certainly His arms around me and His love was holding me up.
Eighteen months later I was diagnosed with colon cancer. There was immediate surgery, followed by eight days in the hospital and a cancer-free outcome. Thank You Jesus!
God has never left my side. Psalm 30:2 declares, "Lord my God, I called to you and you healed me."
Thank you First Church.
Thank you my family.
Thank you Father God.