Take up your cross daily!

 Most of you know that when I was diagnosed with Hashimoto's Encephalopathy, two years ago, I thought the time of suffering without any answers had come to an end.  However, being diagnosed with a rare auto-immune neurological disease meant that there were a few opinions about my illness, but very little knowledge.  The Mayo Clinic was clear about the fact that there would not be a cure, but that there were a few treatments available, and my body would decide if any of them were going to be right.  Two years, 10 specialists, and 22 medications later, we know that my condition is progressive, and is effecting almost every organ in my body.  A month ago, my kidneys were added to the list.  I have outlived the studies done on progressive cases, so I am treading in uncharted waters...and by the way, I don't swim!  I do doggy paddle and float on a sun raft with grace.

My point is that in the beginning, I was brave.  Truth is that it was probably a combination of being stubborn and in denial.  If it were a burning building, I probably would not choose to run inside.  I did have peace though.  I had faith that I would be saved.  We tried many different medications and they would give hope and short term relief, but none of them were magical.  I began to accept that the doctors were not going to save me.  I remember attending a funeral for one of the most amazing women I have ever met.  She had battled cancer multiple times while raising her two children, teaching at a school, and playing the piano and organ at church on Sundays.  Cynthia's children sat on the front pew, while people stood...one by one, to share how she had touched their lives by sharing her heart or showing compassion.  I was a new mom then and instantly knew that when my time came, I wanted to have lived a life that would make people want to stand and tell my children how I had made a difference.  But in reality, nearly a year into my illness, an anger grew. 

I was angry that I might not see my children grow and get married.  I was angry that my life had already seen so much pain and grief, and I wasn't getting the break I thought I deserved.  I was angry that people in my life continued with theirs.  I was angry that some who stood by me in the beginning grew weary and disappeared.  I wasn't living the life of a woman giving a testimony of how great my God is.    We are never promised that following God will lead to an easy or fair life.  In fact, Jesus says in Luke 9:23  "If people want to follow me, they must give up the things they want.  They must be willing to give up their lives and pick up their cross daily."   Over the last two weeks, I have learned that my heart isn't working correctly and that I will need a pacemaker and medication.  Last Tuesday, I received news that my six month cancer screening showed regrowth.  But I am not going to live my life in fear.  We have decided to stick solely with medication for my heart for as long as I can.  And since the re-growth of cells is due to the medication I am taking, and will take for the rest of my life, we have decided to wait six months and re-evaluate my status, rather than having another surgery.  I also returned to work part time on Tuesday after being home for the last year per my doctor's instructions.  Life is not a piece of cake, but I will pick up my cross daily and take one step at a time, trying to be an example the best way I know how.

 I have made plenty of mistakes and made wrong choices, but ultimately learned that my illness gave me a gift.  Several in fact.  This may sound weird, but my illness has been much like many friends I have had in the past. Sure, it has caused me pain.  It seems to come and go from my life in ways and at times that are hard.   But it has also caused me to grow in my faith.  It has brought people into my life that give unending love and support.  It has introduced me to people across the world that are walking the same path.  It has given me the opportunity to grow my patience. It has forced me to realize that God is the only true constant in my life.  And it has given me the chance to teach my children how to face adversity knowing that the Lord is on our side.  If you can imagine this disease as a bazaar relationship with me for a minute, then you can see how my favorite song from the musical Wicked says it best:
                     I've heard it said, that people come into our lives for a reason
                     bringing something we must learn.
                     And we are led, to those who help us most to grow
                     if we let them, and we help them in return.
                     Well, I don't know if I believe that's true,
                     but I know I am who I am today because I knew you.

                    It well may be, that we will never meet again, in this life time
                    so let me say before we part
                    So much of me is made of what I learned from you
                    You'll be with me, like a hand print on my heart.
                    And now whatever way our stories end
                    I know you have re-written mine by being my friend.

                    Like a comet pulled from orbit as it passes the sun,
                    like a stream that meets a boulder halfway through the woods,
                    who can say if I've been changed for the better,
                    but because I knew you, I have been changed for good!