The sun is shining, a cool breeze is blowing, and leaves are turning gold and scarlet. It’s a beautiful autumn day in Oregon. Yesterday I walked slowly down the street with my husband, enjoying the warmth of the sun on my skin, glad to be out in the world. My husband stopped once to gently lift a wooly bear caterpillar off the road and set it in the grass a few feet away, where it would be safe.
The surgeon called with my final pathology report: 1.2 cm (a nice, small tumor), grade 2 (has something to do with how fast or how much the cells mutated), and best of all: they got it all, and the lymph nodes were clear. It was good news, and we rejoiced.
Today my head hurts, and I feel tired. Funny how I was able to stay cheerful going into cancer surgery, and now a little everyday headache makes me feel crabby and out of sorts. I’ve found that happening many times. God gives extra strength for the big challenges in life, and then I try to handle the little irritations on my own and fail. And yet it seems selfish to pray for my little headache when others I know are in surgery today or dealing with other serious problems. But perhaps, along with praying for them, I could ask for a little attitude help, to be able to look beyond my headache and fatigue. If I can praise God in the storm, then I certainly should be able to praise him through the everyday annoyances. Time for another walk in the sunshine!