Two years ago today, our world got turned upside down (for the first time).
We were hit on the McKenzie Highway at highway speeds, and all of a sudden my birth story turned into a birth nightmare. While I had my C-section that evening a short time later, my parents were in the ER and David was in the ICU with awful injuries. The good news was that no one died that night. The bad news was that it was a long, slow, painful recovery for everyone involved, but most specifically for David (who had multiple shatters of bones) and for my mom (who suffered many deep muscle & tissue injuries that required countless dr appointments and physical therapy). We were all emotionally affected, and even to this day we all avoid driving on certain types of roads or even at night whenever possible.
An event like that changes you.
When the accident happened, I thought, “Wow, this is so crazy that it happened to US! This is one of those things that happens to a friend of a friend of a friend but never to US!” It was a bizarre feeling.
But after a year of recovery, surgeries, and therapy, things seemed to be getting back to a relative sense of “normal” again. And then mom started to feel sick. For a few months she had some odd symptoms that came on like a flood. We guessed it might be food allergies, autoimmune issues, IBS… the list went on and on. Never once did CANCER even cross my mind.
But just a year and one month after the accident, in the Urgent Care here in Springfield, mom was diagnosed with colon cancer that had spread to the liver already. Not good. Not good at all.
I remember the 10 or 11 days that she was at the hospital after that as a total fog and a total daze for all of us. For the first 4 days, I had the most intense headache of my life almost constantly and constant nausea (though I wasn’t pregnant). We all walked through those hallways in total shock.
Then mom came home from the hospital and there were some very good weeks as she recovered. I will always remember sitting outside in the warm summer sun with her, feeling that warm breeze brush across our faces. Things felt ok again. We knew there was a long, scary road ahead, but we trusted God. We knew He was in control.
Then the chemo started. Then the chemo ended. Then mom’s life here on earth ended.
But during that 8.5 months after her diagnosis, we often talked about, “Why would God keep you alive in that car accident only to allow you to be taken out by cancer a year later?” The question plagued us and taunted me. It almost seemed a surety to me that mom would be healed of this cancer, because nothing else made sense to me. I mean, what are the odds that two world-rocking, awful things happen to us in just a little over a year’s time?? This kind of thing wasn’t supposed to happen to US!
So we talked about it and talked about it. And one day, mom had an answer. (This was towards the last month or so of her life.)
She said, “If God had not kept me alive through that car accident, I never would have had to face my fears (of cancer, of pain, of the dying process) and I never would have been able to conquer them.”
It was poignant. What she said was true. Mom DID win the battle that she had fought her whole adult life against fears of cancer. She lost her mom in her 50’s (when mom was my age) to cancer, and her mom’s mom died in her 40’s of cancer, too. It had been a scary thing to think about – was she next? I never had any idea my whole life until the past few months that it was a fear for her.
But with God by her side, she conquered it.
1 Corinthians 5:55 “Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?”
The prayers of thousands were answered. My mom WAS HEALED! Healed of fear!! She defeated those “Goliaths” in her life. She went to meet Jesus in total victory!! Hallelujah! Praise God!