Not Promised Tomorrow

I know that I’m not promised tomorrow. This colon cancer diagnosis stinks, but I know there’s a plan to work it for good. I have survived car wrecks that you wouldn’t believe I walked away from without even a broken bone. Most of my sick days were still available at work when this all started. I teach at a school with 600 kids and either avoided Covid altogether or had a mild case last January. (We usually get sick in January because our students come from other countries with colds we have no immunity to. But even then I only was sick two to three days at most.)

So how does somebody with a rocking immune system end up with cancer? And why wouldn’t I get the “unexplained weight loss” part of the symptoms? That’s something I’d welcome. In fact, I had no symptoms in November when this all started. They removed a small piece of my colon and all surrounding lymph nodes were clear. But now it’s spread, and I’ve gone from one doctor appointment a year to 2-3 a week. They’re all nice, but I’d rather not.

I have a high tolerance for pain, but again, I’d rather not. I’ll use it in a book. I’ve been planning one more “31 Prayers” book anyway. I don’t know if cancer would fit in a cozy mystery with a romantic bent. We’ll see what the future holds. I appreciate the prayers, and look forward to seeing how this latest adventure plays out. Never, ever pray that you won’t have a boring life. I brought this crazy life on myself in that way. I won’t pray for patience either because that prayer led to some serious heartache. I’m half kidding, but I have seen prayer work many, many times. I’ve also been told, “No,” by God many times. But I’ll take all the prayers I can. I really love people, and hope to stick around with you all for a couple more decades. 🙂