The club

Last weekend, the end of May, I went to a retreat. Not an ordinary gathering of people...but an in-ordinary gathering of a group of 9 young women who have all been through breast cancer. Some had just turned 21 and others were in their young 30's. The specifics of the weekend are numerous but one of the things which stands out in my time with all of them is a deep understanding of one another. Just like when I am with other fellow over seas workers....being with people that have been through the trauma's of the last year a half... was a gift.

A gift beyond measure.



So, beyond some grand naps and re-revelations at the importance of rest IN my day as well as at the END of it....I made some friends that taught me a little bit more about this 'club' that I never wanted to join. The cancer club. And though I hope to NEVER walk back into treatment, there is a reality that my life has forever been changed by this experience; possibly having no children, always the chance of relapse, etc. Just knowing that these and others are out there that understand all of this and more...makes me feel a bit more sane, a bit more 'normal' in my own crazy world. :)

May God bring His healing and peace to each of their lives and give us a greater joy to shadow over any lingering grief. I can not imagine my life without the lessons and friends that have graced these past unexpected years.

Who would have EVER guessed?