I’m too busy to have cancer.
Those are the words I spoke to my doctor 25 years ago.
I was a young mom to three. There were snacks to be made for soccer games, and a million tasks of managing life as a mom. I worked full-time, commuting 65 miles each way. Every Wednesday night I served as youth group staff, and I taught a Sunday school class on Sunday morning. So when the doctor said that I had cancer, these words fell from my lips.
Looking back, I’m certain that my response originated from the shock of the news. I didn’t go to the doctor thinking I had cancer. It was a lump. I had one removed before and it was benign. I thought it was going to be the same ‘ole, same ‘ole.
Well, it wasn’t.
And cancer didn’t care about my schedule, or snacks, or how busy my life might be. [Read more…]