Wednesday, June 26, 2013

June 26, 2013 The Artist



From one of my favorite chapters in the Bible, "And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose"  Romans 8: 28.

Thomas Brooks says of this verse, "Consider that all your afflictions, troubles and trials shall work for your good.  Why then should you fret, fling, fume considering God intends you good in all?  The bee sucks sweetest honey out of the bitterest herbs;  so God will by afflictions teach His children to suck sweet knowledge, sweet obedience, sweet experiences, and sweet humility out of all the bitter afflictions and trials He exercises them with.  That scouring and rubbing, which frets others, shall make them shine the brighter;  and that weight, which keeps others crushed, shall but make them, like the palm tree, grow better and higher; and that hammer, which knocks others all into pieces, shall but knock them nearer to Christ, the Corner Stone.
Stars shine brightest in the darkest night; torches give the best light when beaten;  grapes yield the most wine when pressed;  spices smell sweetest when pounded; vines are the better for bleeding; gold looks the brighter for scouring; juniper smells sweetest in the fire; chamomile, the more you tread it the more you spread it; the salamander lives best in the fire; the Jews were best when most afflicted.
Afflictions are the saints' best benefactors to heavenly affections.  Where afflictions hang heaviest, corruptions hang loosest.  And grace that is hidden in nature, as sweet water in rose leaves, is then most fragrant when the fire of affliction is put under to distill it out.  Grace shines the brightest for scouring and is most glorious when it is most clouded."  Thomas Brooks (The Mute Christian Under The Smarting Rod)

I spent a profitable day at MD Anderson Monday.  While there, I was reminded several times that God knows what we need before we even ask.  I was assigned a new medical oncologist which was a big answer to prayer.  He spent over an hour discussing my case and my options with me, compared to the last one who came in for 60 seconds and left everything else to his PA.  I also obtained an application for financial aid for their bills and was stopped by an employee who saw me looking at it and informed me that they might be able to even help pay for COBRA which I will be facing soon.   The day was a reminder to me that I have an awesome God who holds me in the palm of His hand!

They do not feel from their testing that the sarcoma is anywhere else besides the left femur (hip bone).  His recommendation, and the recommendation of the entire tumor board there, is that I start by taking more chemotherapy.  It is different from the last, and should be a bit easier to tolerate, though it does have some pretty nasty new side effects.  They have about a 70% positive response rate for my kind of sarcoma and a 20% remission rate.  The goal is to shrink the lesion and prevent the spread of the sarcoma elsewhere.  If it is successful, they will either do more chemo and/or recommend surgery along with adding a medication to get the bone to remineralize.  He did feel there was a good chance of the lesion shrinking and becoming more stable.   Right now the big concern is a pathological fracture which would be very hard to treat and would spread the sarcoma more quickly.  I will visit with my local oncologist on Thursday, but am thinking I will probably try this treatment, at least for two rounds when they would rescan and see if it is at all successful.

As my son drove me back on Monday my thoughts were on the beauty of God's creation and paintings.   I love to watch my daughter, Rachel, paint.  Perhaps because she did not get her talent from me, I am always amazed to watch her paint a portrait as it is so mysterious until close to the end.  She starts with a blank canvas and paints some colors in the background, then paints over and rubs out again and again.  During this whole process I often cannot figure out who the subject of the painting is until she completes her work.  It is not the subject being painted, the paint or the canvas that makes the painting so good;  it is the artist.  Likewise when I see a magnificent sunset, I often think of how it is not the same from one second to another, but THE artist, the Creator, who paints the sunset every day makes it an ever changing scene.  And so, perhaps, is the painting that Artist is doing of me.  It is a process and I can't see what it is going to look like along the way, but I can know that all the different parts He paints will one day form a reflection of His Son, Christ Jesus.  But we all, with open face beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, are changed into the same image from glory to glory, even as by the Spirit of the Lord. (II Corinthians 3:18.)   In knowing that, I can look beyond the trials of the process He allows me to go through and focus on Him and the end result.  I pray for grace to do that!

Where God loves, He afflicts in love; and wherever God afflicts in love, there He teaches lessons to His beloved children that will do them good for all eternity. Our afflictions are designed so that we may love the Lord more, fear the Lord more, please the Lord more, cleave to the Lord more, wait on the Lord more, and walk with the Lord more!
They are designed to increase our courage in God, strengthen our patience in God, raise our faith in God, inflame our love in God, and enliven our hopes in God.
They are designed to teach us how to die to sin more, how to live to Christ more, how to lift up Christ more, how to worship Christ more, how to adore Christ more, and how to long for Christ more. Yes, brethren, they are sent in love! ~ Thomas Brooks

Friday, June 21, 2013

June 21, 2013 Just A Weaver



Just A Weaver
by Benjamine Malachi Franklin

My life is but a weaving,
between my God and me,
I do not choose the colors,
He worketh steadily.

Ofttimes he weaveth sorrow,
and I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper,
and I the underside.

Not till the loom is silent,
and the shuttles cease to fly,
Will God unroll the canvas,
and explain the reasons why

The dark threads are as needful
in the skillful weaver's hand
As threads of gold and silver
in the pattern He has planned.

At the end of 2010 I was diagnosed with Mesenchymal Chondrosarcoma (a rare and aggressive cancer) of a tumor removed from my left lower leg.  A great part of 2011 was spent going through one of the worst of the chemotherapy regimens followed by radiation treatments.  On May 15, 2013 I found out that my sarcoma had spread to the left hip bone and on the same day I was told that my job was being eliminated and after 33 years at the hospital I was being laid off!  Both came as quite a blow.  This past month has been busy making financial decisions and going through medical tests while trying to organize my life.   Life was far from easy before this cancer.  In 2006, I lost my husband after a three year bout of lung cancer, however,  God has blessed my nursing degree with a job that provided for myself and my five children over the years.  I am extraordinarily blessed to have five wonderful children, two very special daughters-in-law and a first grandchild on the way.  I am also blessed to have a most magnificent God-fearing woman, my Mother, living with me at 95 years of age.  Not only that, but I am surrounded by loving extended family, faithful friends,  a wonderful church family and even many who I have never met who hold me up in their prayers.  I am the most blessed of women.

I have often thought about journaling to leave something for my children and friends when I am no longer here but fear that my handwriting will make it difficult to read.    I also don't want my cancer to go to waste.  I am unabashedly a sinner saved by God's grace and have been deeply affected by an article by John Piper called "Don't Waste Your Cancer" (found here).  In all the struggles I have gone through over the last few years, God has proven Himself faithful to me and my family over and over again.  Often I regret how little time I have spent sharing that with others, and so, if you don't wish to hear of my spiritual as well as physical struggles and blessings, feel free to not read further.  I have been very blessed by Scripture and other writings as I travel this path and hope that what I share will be a blessing to each who reads.   I am blessed today by Psalm 138: 7-8 "Though I walk in the midst of trouble, You will revive me; You will stretch out Your hand against the wrath of my enemies, and Your right hand will save me.  The LORD will perfect that which concerns me;  Your mercy, O LORD, endures forever;  Do not forsake the works of Your hands."

Yesterday I was called by the surgeon at MD Anderson and told the biopsy of the left hip bone was indeed the same sarcoma.  I was thrown off by the recommendation of more chemotherapy, though not by the thought of radiation or possible surgery.  I am waiting on an appointment with their medical oncologist to go over their recommendations.  I do not want (though am not ruling out) more chemo, which will be no surprise to anyone who has had any.  Neither do I want to spin my wheels feeling horrible to add a few months to my life.  However, I know I also face humanly speaking, an almost certain breaking of that bone as well as increased pain (which has gone up in the last few weeks).  I am praying that God will give wisdom to the doctors and myself in making decisions.  I am also praying for the practical things like disability coming through for myself and my special needs adult son in a timely manner as I am no longer working.

As I begin what I call the last leg of my journey (whether God gives me months or years), I have my fears and anxieties.  I fight fear of the unknown of what life will be like if the hip fractures, the unknowns of pain as well as treatments.  Despite being out of work, I don't fear making ends meet (though rough times will definitely be coming), as God has proved His material care for us over and over as a widow and before.  I no longer fear my children being left without their mother, though it makes me very sad.  I had prayed to be allowed to care for my dear Mother when her body deteriorates and I don't know if I will be allowed, and that makes me sad.  (We laugh as we meet in the hall on our walkers...may I suggest a reality show entitled "Walker Wars?")  Mostly I fear that my faith and trust in my LORD will not be strong as I go down this path and that I will bring shame to His name.  However, in all of my fears I am reminded of my motto since the beginning of this cancer, It is not my faith that will bring me through, but The One in whom my faith resides who will do so.
The Trial of Grace, by Samuel Rutherford (1637). 'Grace tried is better than grace, and it is more than grace; it is glory in its infancy....Why should I start at the plough of my Lord, that maketh deep furrows on my soul? I know that He is no idle Husbandman, He purposeth a crop.'

Why should I fear if on my soul
My Master's plough draws furrows deep?
No idle Husbandman is He
Who purposes a crop to reap.
This fallow ground He ploughs with pain,
A harvest full at length to gain.

Grace tried is more than grace and grows
To glory in its infancy!
And who can tell the truth of grace
Till trial prove its constancy?
Today the hammer, file and heat,
The next His handiwork complete.

So let each cross breathe out His love,
Each tell His wisdom, kindness, care;
Each speak with unloosed tongue His worth
Who crowns my head with garlands fair.
This prison is my house of wine,
Here Christ and I may richly dine.