High FIVE to life!

Last year she dragged me to the track lined with booths of sponsors and luminaries in honor or memory of those that have been taken by cancer. As we walked that survivor lap, she wept. I didn't understand her journey, though I wanted to walk next to her as she experienced even her darkest hour as she watched her twin through cancer treatment.

This year I dragged her. The event, Relay for Life. So at 10:15 am on April 25th, my sister, another friend who was my chemo singing buddy, and I walked around that track to 'high five' life itself. And to say to cancer...we're still here and still walking. So until a cure is found...we'll walk that track.

At the end of the event...I was the one weeping. Grieving for the lives that cancer has taken and those that are the throws of battling it now. Courtney, Bethany, Lisa, Jim, Sandy...and so many others. But to bring joy into my day today, God let my path cross with a teenager (an infant 14 years ago) that I took care of 14 years ago and his mom. Although all of his treatments have taken a toll on his little body, he is doing well now and fully enjoying life! He had less then a 5% chance of surviving...and is a walking example that research pays off and that God hears our many prayers.

High five to life!


Only those who will risk going too far can possible find out how far one can go. --T.S. Eliot

Behind each headline: Her face

Spending time with her family before I left for America for treatment. (she is not pictured)

She is the girl that I often write about. Her face reminds me of the word kindness. She is my closest Afghan friend and one whom I have thanked God for countless times over the last 7 years. She is one whom I have cried with, laughed with, and wept with as I left her side for an unknown future when I was diagnosed a year ago. She is also the one that often hopes for me about what kind of man I should marry...only wanting the best for her friend. She laughs when I say something wrong in her language and corrects me kindly just to make sure I say it right the next time. And she is the one that I share my hopes and dreams with...even though we share a different faith and celebrate different holidays. Through the years she has always been there and has been one of, if not the only, constant friend in my life since I arrived into Afghanistan.

So on the days when the western headlines of suicide bombings, kidnappings, and rumors of troop increases and war seem even too close for me...I remember that behind each headline is a face. Her face. On days like those, I am especially grateful for her. For she reminds me that despite all that seems to go wrong in her world...that there is still yet hope for her and her country. She is not a cause, nor a campaign,....she is my friend. And one that I love very much.

So in my prayers tonight, I remember her face and ask God for his best blessings and deepest presence to be showered on and felt by a girl who seems so very far away right now.

the SEA of PINK moved and BREATHED

I just returned from a 3 day weekend where I gathered with around 900 young survivors breast cancer. The days were full of seminars, plenary sessions and exhibitions from the top cancer centers in the US. During, in between, and after sessions....hundreds upon hundreds of us gathered together. In small groups. Large ones. Went out to lunch and went out to dance. I met women, who mostly were in their 20's and 30's, who shared similiar stories to that of my own journey with this disease. And in these times...I found a sisterhood that filled that part of me that felt so alone in what I have experienced.

And in their faces....the sea of PINK moved and breathed. The pink ribbon that often so many people wear...took on countless faces, held dreams and hopes for the next year, hoped to marry, and prayed to mother their young children long into the future. There were so many that still are fighting to beat breast cancer...and those that cancer seemed to be a memory. Although in most I sensed a deep value in life itself. For the little moments that really matter in this life.

So although I came home being sick...I was so glad for the opportunity to meet so many. Just to be around those that have had to face death...and won. And it has inspired me even more to help to find a cure. To find a cure so my sister doesn't ever have to join that club that none of us at that conference wanted to join.

SO...this October my sister and I, with a small team of others, will be participating in the Susan G Komen 3 day, 60 mile walk. All proceeds go towards finding a cure for this disease that could have, and perhaps oneday, taken my life. I am to raise a specific amount of money. If you can....drop a penny or so to donate towards decreasing the number of faces in that sea of pink.

Click this link to join our team, check out our progress, or make a donation! http://www.the3day.org, then under the donate button you can search for a participant (stacy graupmann and lisa mclaughlin). Find us and our team; Stacy's team!

meeting a new friend at the conference who lives in my state!

honoring those that have passed away this year. they are some of the 40,000 that die each year b/c of this disease.

....and even though life can be heavy, it is meant to be celebrated. every minute of it!

proceeding with peace

It is almost 1 am and I am hardly sleeply at all. Granted I SHOULD be in bed...but my mind still spins. It's been almost a week and I CAN'T believe I didn't update you all sooner. To cut to the chase...my scan came back NEGATIVE for mets (metastasis)!!! Up until that day, February 16th, I was a bit of a wreck. Wondering if I was on the brink of hearing of another HUGE life change. Laying awake at night pondering...IF I had mets than how long would I have to live? Could I return back to Afghanistan? Lots of crazy thoughts went through my head as I felt as if I were on the edge of a cliff and I could just FEEL the breeze picking up and possibly throwing me over the edge... AGAIN!

I had never felt that anxious except before I was originally diagnosed. And I didn't plan to be side-swiped. So, I planned to expect the worst(cancer) but pray for the best(no cancer). I remember that fateful day I was diagnosed in 2007...and wondered if I could EVER catch my breath again and...live. I feel that just before this scan was ordered,...I was to that point, emotionally. I couldn't imagine being devastated again.

But my worst fears proved wrong. And I spent these weeks in anguish, really....for nothing. How I wish that I could live those weeks over again, letting God remind me and then remind me again that my worries can't change anything and only steal whatever moments I have left on this earth to live.

SO....now, with this scan down and no other scan in sight until August of this year I am looking forward to living. Living as if I never had cancer...well, almost. At least squeezing every bit of life out of each heartbeat :).

Thank you each for your prayers...I don't want to even imagine this life without your friendships. You continue to teach me much.

the 'W A I T' room

It's Friday evening and this morning found me on a cold, hard table being scanned for potential metastasis of cancer. When I think of thoughts like this, I feel like I'm thinking about someone else's life. It's still seems surreal to me sometimes.

Saturday and Sunday stands like a valley between now and the day I will be read the results of the scan Monday morning.

When I think of this...I am reminded of something someone said to me this last year. They said that even though I had cancer during my birthday/September in 2007 or earlier that fall...I didn't even know it. I was happy, enjoying life, thinking about new possible travels to another part of southern Afghanistan. I HAD CANCER...but didn't know it. Once I was diagnosed...everything changed, except for the fact that I STILL had cancer. Just my knowing changed, which then changed everything else.

I think this thought process helps me as I wait. Whatever I have, or do not have...I've had. Nothing will change over the weekend. Nothing changes as I wait, as I worry. So as I wait in this waiting room of this weekend, and really my whole life, I hope to enjoy the magazines, chat with new friends I meet there, and enjoy what IS instead of what COULD never be.
my birthday celebration with friends, right before i was diagnosed.

SO excited for handmade precious gifts!

the birthday girl, whose life would forever change in ONE week...but I was happy as ever in this picture having NO clue what would take place just around the corner.

can't you put her in a BURQA!?!!?!

These were the words of a girl who was desperate to see me in Afghanistan. She was the daughter of a worker that we employed for some time in the past. A wonderful family who lives in a pretty conservative part of the capital city. Her life is lived behind a blue burqa that hides her comings and her goings...everyday, everywhere. Bringing a foreigner to her house would be dangerous for her and her family. So when she found out that I was in the same city again as her, when I visited last fall, she flipped out and begged her father to disguise me in a burqa just so I could visit and see her. Her father, like a second father to me, sadly denied and said that it was too dangerous for them.

But this would not hold her back. The night before I was to leave...she called me on my cell phone. At first with the flurry of excitement from her, I didn't recognize her. As she calmed down...I could hear her voice. OH so excited that she even got to talk to me and full of apologies that they couldn't bring me over to their house and prepare the most wonderful meal for me. I was actually glad to not be brought over, never wanting to put my local friends and family at risk.

So as we chatted, I just smiled. I pictured her in her world of which I have been able to visit in much earlier, safer years. Her world, her house, her yard. I prayed that somehow just knowing me that she would sense a window open up to another world. Making her world a bit bigger than the yard her physical body was held captive to most often.

One day, I'll go back...and get to see her giddy happiness not only to talk to me, but see each other in person. Just even thinking about that makes me smile.

Why...

                          hanging out with a friends niece in afghanistan.

"Why this road, why this way, and this load? Tell me how far must I go before I see, before I know why. From here I cannot see why you choose this path for me. But I don't have to understand to believe that YOU know why." (Why This Road, Ginny Owens)

...this road? I have discovered a new favorite song. It seems to say all the things that this heart doesn't always know how to convey. The greatness of God in the midst of the small parts of the picture that we often struggle with. Have you ever experienced parts or a whole song that seems to just express what you can and cannot even begin to articulate. This is one of them for me.

I had an appointment with a doctor today. And even though it went better than I thought, there was something that she said that made my heart twinge. She wondered if my ovaries had made one 'last' triumphant effort to wake up, but it seems like I'm back in menopause. Facts are facts. I know that she is not God but a doctor, and a great one at that. And things can change in an instant again. But for this moment, I think of that and grieve a bit for what I might never get to have...my own child.

So yes, I do ask Him...why this road, why this way, why this load? And I know in perfect time...He'll answer and I'll understand. I'm so glad that He can handle those questions and I can honestly ask them. In the meantime, I'm all the more grateful for the many kids that have graced my life over all these years. Whether it's been in a hospital or in the deserts of Afghanistan...I've love being loved on by them. They have brought joy to my life wherever I've lived!

Life Map

a labyrinth of shops that i used to be afraid of traveling through, until i found a storekeeper that helped me find what i needed. it seems like i've made my way back to that little shop in afghanistan hundreds of times since then.

It's Saturday night and I'm delaying doing the inevitable. I'm procrastinating doing my homework. I just joined a small group with a church that I am now attending in Chico. They just started meeting last weekend. They came with 'life maps' in hand...displaying their life up until now. Thus, helping us all get to know each other better. So, since I'm back in town this week...I'll join them as we continue to learn more about each other.

So, what's the big deal you might ask? Well, putting my life on paper...let alone ONE piece of paper seems almost daunting. How in the world can I sum my life up on a map. This thought takes me back to Afghanistan when I was packing to return to the States after my visit this fall. I then asked, how to you pack a lifetime of memories in a suitcase?

What would your life look like if you had to draw it out on ONE paper? Would it take the shape of a puzzle, a board game, a word map, a mosaic,...?

In some ways, my life as seemed more like a board game, full of many detours and passes I'd never would never purposefully taken or even dared imagined. So maybe this is the underlying hesitation in writing a book...where to start, what to say, how to begin. And in this case, what to draw. :)

One thing I am absolutely sure about...I'm glad that many of you have been part of that adventure, whatever it looks like.

A Chapter...

A street vendor, our grocery store!, with a common smile. Welcome to my world here!

...of memories. It's nearing 1 am here and the early hours of the night still find me awake. My bags are packed to travel, I've visited all and more that I had hoped to see in this short time, and tried to soak up every memory and minute that I could. As a friend who hosted me was helping me pack my 2 suitcases to return to the states, I said to her...'how do you pack up a lifetime of memories?'. I had taken 5 crates of my life here and narrowed it down to one crate which I would leave with a local family here in the hope of my return next fall. The rest I gave to a new family joining our team and a few things I wanted to have with me to the States. I am bringing some things back that remind me of these people and this place that I would want with me in the event of people evacuating, because of deteriorating security, from here and not being able then to return; a carpet, a few books, gifts, and so the list goes.
Common scenes on the street. Everyone needs a hand to hold through life!


One of our faithful workers for the last 6 years...as always, with a smile and a heart of gold.

I am packing as if I won't be able to return...but hoping that I will. Wondering where the next fall will find me...and also hoping that I live to see next fall as well. Here's to clear scans!! But over all...grateful that I made it to today to see this place and it's people once again. Life if full of uncertainties, isn't it?! I am more uncertain about the future and what next fall will bring than ever before. Although my heart has peace that it has been searching for this past year. I do not know what tomorrow brings or understand the mysteries of the past...but I am grateful for where He has brought me, what I have learned and being able to experience and to just be able to enjoy today.

Today, to sit with my drivers family as we sip tea in the evening light. Smile and laugh together as we all try to capture this moment to store it in our minds until we meet up again. Today, to sit with teammates up from the South that I didn't think I would get to see. And an unexpected conversation with a local coworker from years ago whom I worked with in a village before militants soon overtook. And a fireside chat with a friend of mine that walked with me to the entrance to the Valley of this last season as I headed off from here to Dubai for surgery.

So as I head off to the States with 2 suitcases to my name and one crate here...I feel rich. Rich in all that God has graced me to experience and remember. I do not know what the future brings...but I am so glad for the past that I have been able to be a part of here. If memories could instantly create a book...what a book it would be. Face, conversations, the place and friendships etched in my mind...forever.


Visiting a good friend in the Ancient City whom I've known for years here!

a meeting with good friends that got me through years gone by AND that last week before officially being diagnosed. I hear that crisis' do not make friends...they just reveal them. How true that's been for me.

F A M I L Y

I'd like you to meet my family. A family that is really like a family to me. The husband drives me around in his beat up taxi. The young brothers I taught English from primary readers. The wife and daughter, who would often hail me from the street to come and read them stories, I met almost 6 years ago when they were gathering water at a local well. Over the years they are the ones that have looked out for me, who have welcomed me over and over into their home. And the father is the one who has since become my protector. As I exit his taxi to stand at a gate, he stands between me and the street...a barrier in case anyone would want to hurt me. He calls me when I'm sick to make sure I am taking my vitamins and asks in the morning if I went to bed on time.
                                A meal prepared for a princess...

This is the family that I spent the evening with last night. After dinner we all sat together buried in blankets, to guard from the cold, with silhouettes cast behind us by the gas lamp lighting the room. For hours we shared stories. Stories about my sisters wedding and stories about the miracle of our health. And we laughed together as families do. We soon turned in for bed, on our small cushions on the floor, and I drifted off to sleep staring at the smiling 'little girl' turned 11 years old who seemed all grown up in the land of girls who marry so young. How happy she was that her 'sister' could 'spend the night' with her.

And ordinary night...and extraordinary time.

So where have you been?

I rounded the labyrinth like bazar and finally found his tiny store door hidden by cloth. It appeared to be locked but as we knocked...there he appeared. We greeted with a flurry of sentences in the local language piled on top of each other and then proceeded into his seemingly 2 sq. foot store. The store owner looked at me to proceed to ask me what I was looking for and then took another long look before he said...'So, where have you been this year?"...and then smiled.

These reunions have been just as fun. People in the market, guards at houses, and people at the bank...all places that I didn't even have time to think about before I left. To them...I just disappeared. And returning...they have loads of questions about my year gone. Which has been equally as fun to share with them how "HE has healed me". To return after a diagnosis that I had...the dangerous kind of invasive cancer...is a large miracle to them.

Simple and Long...but Lovely

                  Hanging out with good friends in the Ancient City!!

I was finally able to board my plane and make my simple, yet long delayed, way back to the capital. My flight that was scheduled to fly out yesterday was cancelled due to a security threat which I later found out actually became real with botched suicide bombing, I hear. We departed my host home and ended up swapping drivers for a local driver so that our car would not be as noticeable as we made our way to a location with frequent security threats/attacks. I fully covered in my long black veil which draped over and engulfed me like a table cloth, leaving only my eyes visible. I have to admit that I was a bit relieved upon arriving at the airport gate.

My time went by slow as I seemed to have gotten quite sick during my last week here and I had less energy. But it was lovely to go house to house and meet up with some that I actually only remember meeting over email this past year through their letter of encouragement! So many good reunions and many stories told!                                 What a great reunion this was!!

I've always liked visiting this Ancient City as it seems like a different country with 24 hour power, hot water, and paved streets with trees and abundance of great veggies. What a beautiful place! Or maybe it's also because I didn't have to 'work' when I visited...just rest and visit. :)

So it's back to Kabul. One week left...it's hard to imagine several already flying by. Oh, so thankful for this gift of a trip. Tonight...shower night. And tomorrow evening will be spent with my drivers family...my second family here!

The Ancient City

Today found me stepping onto a domestic plane to take a trip to what we call here...'The Ancient City'. A city found along the Ancient Great Silk Road trading route dating back to the years of Alexander The Great. Centuries have passed, new buildings, power, and evidence of modernization are found everywhere...but behind it all lay a people that have changed little over the centuries. An ancient Persian culture that through the times have endured...for better or for worse.
At a local shop wearing a veil here called a chadar namaz (prayer veil). It hides one well! :)

Stronger Still

It was a day like most other days. Although yesterday we were able to meet together as a community of believers. Days like these are far and few between as security continues to deteriorate throughout the nation. As I sat there, our meeting begins with a brief description on how we would evacuate the building in case of planned attack on the fellowship. I've been in many a meeting before when this has been detailed out at the beginning of the service. This time felt different. Since the fellowship has last met together, one worker in the community was shot and killed and subsequently a whole agency has indefinitely left the country.

But yesterday, it was a celebration to meet together. To not let fear guide our hearts, but to let His love fill them. I wish that I could somehow describe the feeling in room as we met. Although my words lack the ability to capture it's true sense. And I would hate to try and miss the mark. So suffice it to say that our meeting was sacred. Hearts lifted as we joined together and were mutually encouraged by His Word and Spirit. There is something about relationships forged in the trenches of life, brought forth by the Spirit, and strengthened through sufferings.

And as they asked those to come forward who were new or had returned after a long while out,... I jumped at the opportunity and was finally able to stand and thank this group of saints that have lifted me up this last year through their countless prayers and emails. These are the group of people whose faces I have longed to see once again. Face to face. Standing at the front...I was overwhelmed by their clapping and big smiles. Bursting forth...as if to remind the enemy, and myself, that God is stronger still. That death does not have the final victory. And that the battle, really, has already been won. I pray that these simple, yet powerful truths, would continue to ring out brightly during a dark season here.

Yes, He is stronger still.

Invaluable friendships

As the days have gone by, my hours recently have been filled with endless board meetings...though today represents the last of these and I am soon able to visit locals and expats alike. The reunions will resume! Upon arriving into town...my 'new temporary' phone received a text. By who? A girl whom I used to meet with regularly to pr and talk about His word as we tried to apply it to our lives in such a way that He shined through in even the smallest of ways. It is good and invaluable to have a friend to connect with here, someone that you can be totally transparent with, a friend to hold you up when you are having a hard time standing up in what you know to be true. During several years here, I was blessed to have her walk with me. We shared many a meal, endless cups of tea, and burned countless candles as we talked late into the 'power-less' nights.

She is one of the many that I have come to see. One of the countless who have prayed for my recovery,... for my very life to be sustained.

I love a quote that I've recently heard: The results of one good-hearted person is incalculable. (O.A.)

Yes, the results of not only her prayers and walk with me...but that of countless others here is truly incalculable. I am truly grateful for each of these people.
Enjoying my favorite home-made breakfast in her backyard. What a perfect day that was!

A Grand Miracle

A Grand Miracle

As we flew into Kabul, the sights appeared to me as if I had never left. A wide dusty valley expanse filled with millions of clay and mud homes, cozied in on all sides by majestic mountains. Although before we even boarded the plane in Dubai, I was keenly aware that the land that I was about to enter had changed much. Our plane was filled with local men and much less foreigners than usual. Once we landed, the usual bustle of people in and around the airport was strangely quiet. As I departed the airport property and headed towards the taxi lot, to meet my own taxi driver from years gone by, I was shocked to see the amount of men sitting around just staring at me as I walked by. I kept my head down, hoping that my own taxi driver would somehow recognize me through all of my layers of coverings.

And...he did. :)

One minute he was not besides me...the next minute he was. Head down, voice quiet, hands clasped traditionally behind his back...he softly greeted me while never looking my way. I had to refrain myself from turning in absolute glee to greet him. These are different times and I in no way wanted to compromise his safety by showing the whole world of taxi's waiting that he knew this foreigner. So we walked with few words until we arrived at his car. Once inside his car, and out of site from the rest of the taxi driver population, our conversation hardly rested until I arrived at my destination.

I had finally arrived. Finally. It had been a long year, one full of memories as I often thought of this place and it's people. And wonderings of how my afghan friends and family were doing.

Yesterday, I was invited to join this taxi drivers family for lunch. They have been and are like my own family here. I have known the kids since they were little as I used to live across the path from them. It was wonderful to see them, enjoy a meal together, while being ever-so-thankful to God who is stronger than any cancer diagnosis. Six hours later, I left their house to return another day. And so it has been the last several days. Reunion upon reunion with many locals that thought that I was leaving to die. Faces that show the love of dear friends reunited after a year of uncertainties for us all. And now to return, well and healthy is just a miracle.

Or as one local put it...not just a miracle, but a Grand Miracle.

"Z" looking at pictures from my sisters wedding

A picture of Z and me :) (it is cultural for her not to smile in pictures.  Her smiles in real life are bright and beautiful!)

At sunset...beautiful!

Living

"I will not die but live, and proclaim what the Lord has done" (Psalm 118:17)

That verse was the verse I saw every time I turned my phone off or on the last 4 years or so when I was in Afghanistan. Tonight, someone prayed that a prayer of praise over me. I did not die, I lived...and will proclaim what He has done. He has brought life to me, literally brought me back to this sacred life. Not the life where you rush around...but the life where life is sacred. People who are more precious.  Coversations a little bit more important. Colors a little bit more bright. Why does it often take a brush with death to bring us to that point?

As I head out to Kabul tomorrow...the sentence that goes through my mind, is that I feel covered. Tonight, over 45 people prayed for me. Different groups in different settings. A group from my sending agency came through and offered to pray for me as I go on my way tomorrow and I gladly accepted. How encouraging to stand with my brothers and sisters in faith and know that as we pray...mountains were being moved.

So even though it seems like there couldn't be a worse time yet to visit Kabul, events which sadden my heart,...I believe that somehow God knows this. And He who orchestrated each of my divine appointments so far this year, will continue to do so.

And along the way, I'll proclaim what He has done...while seeing who He's set out for me to see.

A surgeon and a little boy

Yesterday I had the privilege to visit my old surgeon, Dr. Debra. She happened to have just returned from a break and was happy to receive my visit as she grabbed my hand and wisked me back to her office. As I passed through the halls, I heard the same rush of voices whisper my name as last year when I seemed to make daily trips to the clinic. All so kind, greeting me with their smiles and waves. It was surreal to sit with Dr. Debra, a year later to the day (didn't plan that either!),...and sobering to hear her say how very concerned she was of me and how aggressive my cancer was. The events leading up to surgery, leaving A land, and then onto America appear as one big blur of events in my mind. So being here to just remember, without all the trauma, has been good to help me process this chapter in my life.

So ...today I decided to go to a nearby mall (which, of course is where you spend time in the land of 44 malls) that we would often visit on our quick transit breaks out of A land through Dubai. I entered the mall and made my way to the Starbucks with magazine in hand.

As I sat there with my iced, decaf latte...memories again (my recent hobby - remembering) flooded through my head of my teammates who I met at the mall after I was diagnosed. I sat in Starbucks, while my situation was explained to the part of my team that happened to be in Dubai the same time I was here last year. Soon, I would see a small caravan of westerners (my teammates) lead by 2 small children arrive. I still remember their faces filled with compassion as they formed a quiet half circle around me in a bustling Starbucks in a mall filled with thousands of people. Thousands of people doing thousands of things. But for those of us in that quiet circle...life had seemingly stopped. As soon as they walked up to me, the second oldest child came up to me and without hesitating threw his arms around to hug me as tears streamed down his face.

He said..'you'll be ok, stacy. you'll be ok.' And with all my heart I wanted to believe that little voice.

And Lars, you were right...I am ok. Thanks for your prayers lil' one.

Praise be to God, Great things He has done.

Sorrow and Joy

I arrived into Dubai, United Arab Emirates at my home stay house just past midnight on October 21st, 2008 ....today. Today marking the day I'll not forget exactly one year ago; flying into Dubai to later be diagnosed with invasive breast cancer. Ironically during breast cancer awareness month. As I found my room and set my things down, I was drawn out into the silent, dark hallways and rooms that last year held so much sorrow, grief and pain. All I could do was stand...and remember. And as I stood there, my heart was full of gratitude. Of memories of people that literally put their life on hold to help me in every way; sit with me as i just cried, sent myriad's of emails to hundreds and hundreds of people, stayed and sang as I received chemo, waited in countless clinic and hospital waiting rooms for me, and had hope when I was a bit hopeless. The list is endless. From one year to the next...A paradox. I've heard that from other cancer survivors...life is a paradox. It is so much easier to see that now. The one thing that causes one immense sorrow one day...can offer joy from a different perspective a bit later. So, even though there is so much I do not understand in life...I am grateful for the things that I can understand a bit better a year out. Maybe one day I'll not have to wait that long to see the fullness of that joy.

As I walked into my room early this morning, I saw this sign on the mirror...welcoming me back home. It's funny...because now home isn't so much a place of location (although I can't honestly say I'm 'there' yet). It is a state of being. Yes, it is true there are places that feel more like home to me (aka. kabul)...but there is also a state of being that God is teaching me more about that allow me to feel at home even when I am not around those familiar things. There is so much deeper meanings of that last sentence that I am continuing to understand that are impossible to write in this small space. And I suspect that this is a life long road. And that is what I hope to be on; a road that continues to teach me to embrace both sides of that paradox above however long my life may be.

I leave you with a quote that I heard in a movie on the plane flying over. It is pretty thought provoking...and true, I believe. "Pain is God's megaphone to rouse a deaf world" - C.S. Lewis. I know at least for me...I listen more closely now than I did before.

A Year Full Circle

It is just crossed over into the wee morning hours of October 20th, 2008....the day before I flew out of Afghanistan last year, into Dubai, to then walk into the American Hospital of Dubai. Never to leave the same. During the next 8 months of surgeries and intensive treatment that followed I spent hours thinking over the events, people, conversations, fears and prayers of those specific days and weeks in Dubai and Afghanistan when this all started. And here I am...almost one full year later. In September, Lisa and I celebrated our 36th birthday (I KNOW we are getting old...which I'm happy about now!). Last year, I was diagnosed with cancer right after our 35th birthday. In many ways, it seems like a year has disappeared in a flurry and blur of endless treatments, scans, tears, and joys. I remember thinking a million times...'this can't be happening. I have cancer.' Once a cancer nurse...then a cancer patient...and now a cancer survivor. I never thought that the 'stories'(cancer kids) that I took care of all those years could end up being my own story one day. But returning back to Dubai, this week, and then into A Land....it really seems more like a year coming full circle. I'm heading back in, albeit for a visit this time, a very different person than I left. My spirit is that much more awake in me, my heart all that more sensitive from all that I've seen and experienced. And even though I'm still recovering, I feel more rested than I have felt in 11 years of ministry/work.

On the flight over, I watched the movie Shadowlands, a movie documenting CS Lewis' meeting and marriage to his wife Joy. As his wife was diagnosed with cancer soon after their meeting/marriage...Lewis struggles with his faith, as pain and suffering become cruel but good teachers to him. He learns. And God has uses what seems like cruel twist of fate in my life... to teach me, a girl who was a bit set in her ways,....much. And I can honestly say that I believe that His glory, His love through these trails has somehow shined. And even though I don't claim to know the mysteries of God...I do know this, He is good even when circumstances point to the exact opposite truth.

So my schedule for those interested: I will arrive into Dubai, United Arab Emirates on October 20th late at night. I'll leave for A Land on the 26th of October and remain until the 18th of November. As you remember me, pray for a heart to just hear God and eyes to see Him work. That is my desire. I feel like this trip is a gift to me, every moment, every conversation.

I hope to also keep you all up to day on my travels here if you would like to follow them. Enjoy. I will update as much as I can.

much love,
stacy
several of the 'many' that supported me during that diagnosis week

one of the numerous visits to the cancer infusion center

with holly, who was there that diagnosis day, in oklahoma celebrating the end of radiation

Ordinary Hero's

Some of the the ordinary hero's that I work with.


A week or so we had a team retreat. This is a bi annual retreat that we have to hear from one another and direction for where we are feeling led as a team. It was a tremendouly encouraging time. Even though hard discussions were had...there were times of true openness amongst our staff. Times when all of our shields were lowered allowing us into each others worlds and hearts. I was reminded again that it's not so much about the accomplishments along journey that is important...but who walks with us on that journey, from above or on this earth. And during that time...I was better able to sense the 'heros' that I serve with out here. Ordinary hero's. People who would and do sacrifice with a joyful heart, even admist their tears and my own as well, ...knowing that they might never see the return of it all on this side of heaven.

There is a quote I heard of recently which I really like: The world knows nothing of it's greatest people - Henry Taylor

I think this is true... I work with some of the worlds greatest people in this place. I am truly blessed.

The meaning of my name

{I love this picture. A picture of Hope. And as 'reality' (the man in the front) stares us in the face...it is hope (the little boys face) that peers through with an intensity that will not give up and believes in what it cannot see yet hopes for. Yes...a picture of hope.}

Today I met with some local friends.  Our conversation was about the importance and meaning of each name.  Aziza means Beloved.  Najeeba, Noble.  And Rahim, kindness.  Five years ago I arrived in Afghanistan without an ounce of Dari and limited understanding of the culture.  I had yet to comprehend the rivers of meaning behind the language, culture, and...the meanings of names.  Before I even headed out the doors of my house, I would sit down each day in conversation (sign language at best!) with a very young woman who we had hired to help us buy groceries, cook, and adjust to life in this oh so foreign land.  Her stay with us was limited, only a couple of months, but during her time I learned valuable things about the rthymes of culture and language that I hold to to this day.  One of them...my Afghan name.  During those first few weeks, my sister (then serving with us for 2 months) and I were given new Dari names.  My name...Tamana.  Hers...Orizo.  Both names meaning 'hope'.  So from that very day forward....I have been known as Tamana.  Few, to this day, even know my English name.  Little did this young woman know that the year prior to that back in America, my sister would often call me 'hope' since I was helping to set up our homefront desk for our current work here in Afghanistan.  Our emerging effort, at that time, was called...Afghan Hope.  And that name 'hope' just stuck with me.  And it still does to this very day.  Hope in what is not seen...yet greatly desired.  If there is one thing that seems to seer through the spirit of these people...it is hope.  So though I came with great hope for this place...I have learned mountains from these people about what it means to hold out hope in light of grave circumstances.

And I still hope.  For this place as well as things in my life yet to come.  Thus the inspiration for the name of this blog:  Tamana's journey.  The journey of Hope.

A Very Sad Evening...

There was not a single person without tears running down their face or hearts tonight. Adults, high school kids, and smaller kids. Hundreds of us gathered in a house to share food, fellowship, and thoughts for the Koreans family that are being asked to leave by the end of the month. There are over a hundred of them serving in more than a half a dozen locations around the country. They have served with a perseverance and hope that is noticeable and quite remarkable. Their service has spanned from a month to over 10 years. They have worked in healthcare, business, agriculture among many other venues. Their hearts are here and for these people as much as ours. Their children share classrooms with afghan and foreign kids alike. This place has become their home. And now because of the current hostage situation with the Koreans...their Embassy is forcing their people to leave the country, possibly never to return.

So as the evening ended and we all gathered around to say goodbye...through silent tears, all I could do was ask God to redeem this whole situation. That because of this, more workers would come to this place. More prayer would be raised on this country's behalf. That the 21 still captured would be released and not harmed. And even though it is hard to believe through it all...I know that He will be faithful to bring about amazing good through it all. For their sake...and His renown. I believe that.

She brought Grace

Lisa enjoying the day...laughing :).

The day after my sister left. My room is quiet as usual. And I am not being asked questions all the time by Lisa trying to remember the last Dari word she heard! I smile...but miss her much. You have enjoyed letter upon letter in her blog about our simple, yet fun (a requirement!), outings and time spent together over the last month. With the intensity that these past months have held and continues to hold with security situation here...what I have loved about this month was the presence of someone, specifically my twin, to bring laughter and joy into days that have been difficult. We tried several times to get out of the city to just enjoy the country a bit...but ended up not being able to travel or even recently leave the city. So...instead of being dissapointed....we planned a evening having dinner at a nice hotel that I have seen the inside only a handful of times or a trip to a foreigner pool to cool off from the hot summer. She constantly brought prespective and fun to my days. And even more than that....she brought grace. Grace to enjoy the things that I would normally not consider doing or at least take the time. A trip to the pool. A nice dinner or trip to a store. Time to watch a movie and laugh. During those days...she would look at me and say 'You, if anyone, deserve this!'.

The month is over and she is now gone. But somehow through her time spend here she brought some grace to this place and my life. Grace to extend not only to the people that I have been sent to but also to myself,.. who is one small vehicle of His grace to people here.

Thanks for bringing some grace Lisa. I will miss you.


Enjoying tea, with loads of smiles!, at a local friends house.

My first blog post

My first blog post. What does one write on a first blog post? I guess I'm starting this to let all my friends, far and wide, know what is happening here in the ever-exciting deserts of Afghanistan. :) It's a blazin' hot summer day, and while I'm all swaddled up in my headscarf and long sleeves, I'm dreaming of the cool ocean breezes on the California coast! My twin sister has been visiting me for the month of July, and her blog has entertained scores of you all by her tales of our everyday adventures living on the flip side of the planet. So, that was the impetuous for the beginning of my own blog - seems that everyone likes to hear about the small everyday stuff as much as the big earth-shattering things happening here in Afghanistan! :)

Today's events are not too unusual - I'm trying to get my work visa renewed. When we presented them with all the proper documents, passport and visa - they refused them all and referred us to yet one more ministry office for mysterious reasons. More runaround because we refuse to pay bribes. These kinds of days, frustration can mount like a monstrous tidal wave - but I'm reminded that God is able and He can make it happen. He can and He will. So, I'll take a breath and focus on the joyful fact that I get coffee cake after dinner tonight. Yum. All is well. :)
















My sister and I having dinner at a friends house here in Kabul - we were wearing twin outfits at the request of the host! :)

Most of my teammates - quality people from around the world!

Here I'm all cozied up in Scotland for a Leadership Development Course April 2007 - look no headscarf! :)