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When you have to tell everyone what God has done (Hint: It's a quick update on Xylon's health)


But the closer I am to You, my God, the better because life with You is good. O Lord, the Eternal, You keep me safe— I will tell everyone what You have done. Psalm 73:28

Xylon and I have grown so tired of hearing, “It looks like the cancer is back.”

It happens like clockwork every time Xylon has a PET scan. This year was no different. 

He flew to Johannesburg for the scan in July. If called me from the airport with the results in his hand and fear in his voice, “I never should have opened them. They say it looks like the cancer is back.”

Usually, fear takes route in my stomach wrestling with my intestines. This time it didn’t. This time I replied to Xylon immediately, “I don’t think it is. The doctors who wrote that report are only looking at a tiny part of the picture. They are looking at one scan. If you look at the big picture, you are healthy.” 

A week later, we sat in the oncologist’s room while we planned out the next steps. An operation to remove the lymph nodes that had grown followed by a biopsy. 

We scheduled the operation for the middle of August. After Xylon would have completed his big cycling goal for the year: a 230 km mountain bike race. 

With his muscles still tender after the race, I kissed Xylon and watched the porters wheel Xylon into surgery. I still felt peace. Usually, by this stage of the process, I am in knots and wondering what will happen to us if the cancer is back for the fourth time. 

The surgery went well and the surgeon tells us he should have the results in about a week. We’re both still calm. Our mustard seed faith is still carrying us through.

The afternoon, before we are meeting the surgeon for the results, the phone rings while Xylon’s in the shower. I answer it. It is the oncologist’s rooms. They ask if we have the results of the biopsy. This time fear makes my stomach drop as I say, “Not yet.”
The nursing sister asks if I’d like her to share the results with me.
I have a split second debate about whether I should wait for Xylon to get out the shower and then think, ‘Let’s just get this over.’ I reply, “Yes, please.”
She says, “It’s not cancer. The doctor’s very happy.”
I’m sure she said something else but I didn’t hear it. I say goodbye and run through to the bathroom. 
I scream at Xylon who is still showering, “It’s not cancer!”

Later, we go out to celebrate at Xylon’s favourite restaurant.

We celebrate because we know that life is a gift, and growing old is a privilege not everyone has. 

We celebrate because we’re so thankful that God has healed Xylon. We don’t know why he healed him when others cries for healing go unanswered. We wrestle with that a lot. 

My mom sent me Psalm 73 shortly after Xylon opened the scans in the airport. It helps me with some of the why doesn't God heal everyone questions I have, and I hope it will encourage you (I’ve included parts of it below, you can read the entire Psalm here): 
Truly God is good to His people, Israel, to those with pure hearts.
Though I know this is true, I almost lost my footing; yes, my steps were on slippery ground.
You see, there was a time when I envied arrogant men and thought, “The wicked look pretty happy to me.”
For they seem to live carefree lives, free of suffering; their bodies are strong and healthy. They don’t know trouble as we do; they are not plagued with problems as the rest of us are.
But look at this: You are still holding my right hand; You have been all along.
Even though I was angry and hard-hearted, You gave me good advice; when it’s all over, You will receive me into Your glory.
For all my wanting, I don’t have anyone but You in heaven. There is nothing on earth that I desire other than You. I admit how broken I am in body and spirit, but God is my strength, and He will be mine forever.
But the closer I am to You, my God, the better because life with You is good. O Lord, the Eternal, You keep me safe— I will tell everyone what You have done. 

I know so many of you follow this blog, and Xylon's story, and have prayed for us, so I wanted to tell everyone what God has done (again). 

I hope that it will encourage some of you who are also living through impossible situations that God is still able.

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Words to pray if you need Jesus to be your strength today


I don't make a living from blogging. It's a hobby. Something I do because I love writing and this gives me a reason to write consistently.

I've looked into turning this into a business but since I primarily write about finding hope in God when times are tough it just hasn't felt right. Every few months I make about $10 as an Amazon affiliate when you guys buy a book I've recommended. And I get all giddy because it means I've got a little stash of cash to buy a few books on Kindle sales.

A few months ago I signed up to webfluential (follow this link to sign up and I could get a bit more book money). I didn’t think anything would come from it and then recently I was approached by a pharmaceutical company to post a photo of me with my sourced strength written on my bicep (evidence of how weak I am physically).

I've never done a sponsored post on social media before but I thought, 'let me give it go.' I knew right from the moment of reading the brief that there was only one answer I could give to the question, what is your source of strength?

When my husband, Xylon, was receiving treatment for cancer over the period of two years people who often come to me and said, “I don’t know how you do it, I couldn’t be so strong. Where do you get your inner strength from?” Much of the time I woke up each day and went through the motions in a blur but the only reason I had the courage to wake up each day was because of faith in Jesus that he redeems all things. My faith is my source of strength; it is what makes me a strong woman, and one who is not overcome by fear of what the future holds.

Originally I'd wanted to use a photo with "Jesus" written on my bicep.  When I went to write the copy for it I put on my corporate marketing hat and went, "That will never get accepted." So I changed it to "faith" because I figured the story about Jesus helping me through my husband's cancer diagnosis and treatment were more important then writing “Jesus” on my arm.


I sent the picture to my Webfluential account manager and it took days to get an answer. She apologized and said it wasn't normal and that the post was with head office she wasn't sure why. I’m guessing that Jesus had something to do with that.

Right at the beginning, I decided that if I was going to do something for money it needed to fit in with what I believed and for me I really couldn't think of another way to answer a question about my source of strength. I tried to think of something else but I couldn’t because there is nothing, which is as strong when I'm weak, as Jesus.

These are some of the words I prayed when Xylon was going through treatment that gave me the strength to do the next thing:
Jesus you are our crutch and our hope.  You hold us up when we’d rather curl up in a ball and rock ourselves to sleep.  You make us smile when we feel like frowning.  When we feel alone, Jesus, you remind us that you are still there with us. Even on the days when we don’t feel you are close we know that you are because you’ve promised to always be there.   You have promised to give strength to the weary and change mourning into dancing – and we believe you do, you will, and you have. We ask that each day you will show up with new mercy, with enough strength for the next 24 hours.
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How to pray when you feel afraid

How to pray when you feel afraid

When my husband Xylon was diagnosed with cancer there was so much I didn’t know. 

We had never imagined we would spend our first two wedding anniversaries fighting for our marriage in oncology wards, while he received chemotherapy and then a bone marrow transplant. 

Maybe the biggest thing I didn’t know was about how the fear of cancer never leaves

How even after the Oncologist tells you they can find no sign of cancer, the creeping anxiety remains. Or how the smallest thing can set the fear off, a cold, the stomach flu, pins and needles. Common ailments that we all get, but when my husband has them it’s a fight not to succumb to the fear that the cancer is back. 

This battle with fear isn’t isolated to cancer; it’s just that for us it is where it rears its head most at the moment. In the past I have had to fight the fear of losing my job, of not finding a job, of a family member dying in a car accident, a family member dying, of speaking in public, of failing…I think you get the idea.

I have become rather systematic now when I feel fear.

Instead of letting it overtake me I start fighting it. The Bible says in 2 Timothy 1:7, God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline.

Any time I feel fear sneaking in, I remind myself that fear is not from God, that God is love, and that there is no fear in love (1 John 4:18) and then I fight fear with these 5 actions that I'm sharing over at iBelieve.com today.


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When life feels out of control, pray this


Let go of your concerns!
    Then you will know that I am God.
        I rule the nations.
        I rule the earth.

So much of life is out of our control. 

As I write this, my brother and sister-in-law are in hospital waiting to find out if their baby will be born 4-weeks early. Out of our control.

A friend is expecting to find out if she got a job she really wants. Out of our control. 

Another friend is biding time till she get’s a phone call to say the child she is wants to adopt can come home. Out of our control. 

This week, Xylon and I met with the oncologist for his quarterly check up. It was clear, but the results were out of our control. 

I don’t know about you but I spend a lot of time and energy on things over which I have no control.  

Which is why I loved this post by Seth Godin about all the events you weren’t there to control

Godin writes about all the things that happened in the last week that you and I weren’t part of: weddings, investments, product launches and how all of those things still worked without us.

As I read it I felt like I could exhale. 
It also made me feel really small, like who am I to think that I can control the outcomes of so many things I worry about? 

Then it made me think about how big God is. And how God is looking after all these things that are out of my control. 

You know what I realised? It isn’t my or your responsibility to control everything that happens. 

Making good choices matters. Being their for friends and family matters. But when my need for control starts making trusting God to work things out hard then I need to remember this:

When my world is out of control, it isn’t out of God’s concern. (tweet this)

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A prayer to pray:
God we're scared! 

We confess that we've tried to take control of situations that belong to you. 

You know we often doubt that you are in control but we want to let go of our concerns, and be still.
We want to know you are God in the midst of my fears and anxieties. 

Thank you that you are our refuge, our fortress and our God in whom we can trust.
Thank you for peace where there was anxiety.

Give us the freedom to live today knowing that whatever happens you will arm us with strength and keep our way secure. 

Bible verses to remind you God is in control:

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5 ways to face hard well


Hard. It happens to all of us. Later I hope for most. But it comes. Hard comes in the form of miscarriages, cancer, babies with challenges they’ll face for life, loss of loved ones, accidents, lack of finance, relationships that come unglued.

Hard, it can look different for each of us but it comes to all of us. 

My hard came eight months after I stood under an umbrella and faced the man I loved with rain falling like confetti. Our hard came in the words of a doctor telling us my husband, Xylon, had advanced Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, a cancer of the immune system.
Our hard came in the form of poison being pumped through Xylon’s body, isolation wards where bone marrow was killed and stem cells reintroduced, radiation on a hard metal bed.
Our hard came as I trekked from visiting my brother in high care on one hospital floor and then walking up to visit my husband in oncology. Hard is like that. It rarely comes in neat packages that we can handle. It comes like a letterbomb and explodes all over our neat little lives.
Xylon has been cancer free for almost two years now but I still recall the feeling of hard well: the heaviness, the hopelessness, the struggle just to show up for others, for work, for life.
Right at the end of Xylon’s treatment I found a verse in Lamentations 3:28-29 while reading The Message Bible that I wished I’d found at the beginning of that hard journey.