3. Cutting…Truth

So, as you have read thus far, I am rather intense… I see things in black and white, yes and no, go or stop. Ironically, health matters are often NOT that cut and dry in real life. Cancer is particularly wiley in character and it is in the negative space lacking black and white that I chose and choose to fight, because it supports my absolutes while inadvertently scoffing at the minds of what has been established as sound doctrine in medicine. I don’t mean to be rude, but I understand that sometimes, my stubborn stand over certain matters can seem gruff and unreasonable. No offense intended, but it’s my life and I take full ownership of it … and someone’s best intentions won’t persuade me off my conviction! Stubbornness can be a saving grace, so thank goodness that this “attitude” can actually be a step toward healing! In my flawed ways, it certainly was at first.

I felt cornered and like a wild-eyed beast being preyed on while another attacker refused to let me breathe whilst that figurative knife stayed fixed to cut my throat and drain me of real life. Every M.D. who gave me all their reasons why I should just get rid of the cancer and the gland in which it was found probably saw my growing impatience and rage in my gaze while I politely declined. It’s kinda comical, actually…

After all that I had overcome in fighting to resuscitate a long suffering marriage, restore some brain health after an accident (which we will fully tie into this decade-long battle a bit later,) and struggle to fuel the hope by faith in my future, this did not seem fair. I kept hearing this from well-meaning friends and beloved ones–what kind of karmic flow was I experiencing that I had to pay for by fighting cancer (on top of everything else)?! When my soul was weakest and most wounded, this most sincerest of sympathies drove me to the woe-is-me pit. It felt so good for a few moments and then when I really thought through the logic of karma, it made no f-in sense and woke me from my depressive doldrums… Sure, many things can come through bloodlines and bad choices, but karma in this case, like a thyroidectomy felt too easy and obtuse an answer for me. F*** karma…and F*** any entitlement to whatever “fair” is or could be.

Until I knew where I was to be led with rooted, inner certainty, I found myself driven to keep my promise to myself–that I would win not just my bout with cancer, but every health obstacle that has tried to sideline me from my calling and life purpose in the healing process. I didn’t know how, but I knew this would be what would happen.

For those who believe in God and have a faith of some kind, this may make sense to you… The same year of my cancer diagnosis, I received a fitting word some call prophesy. I did not know what it meant at the time. I thought it was talking about my electrical injury, or plantar fasciitis, or my marriage… I was not sure, but the message was surely for me and one given in a place of peace and sweetness that I hungrily awoke to.

A voice had been singing over me one night that I recognize as one from the heavenly throne room of my Abba YHWH. Upon waking, I wrote it on my prayer white board: Hush now, this won’t be the first time you’ve overcome. It came upon such a beautiful melody that it harmonized my entirety of body and mind and emotions into a whole-being-brightness. So encouraged was I that I didn’t even care what it was referring to… when God speaks (or sings) to you directly, there is no greater gift but to be awed and bask in the moment. That was March of 2017. It was not until after my cancer diagnosis 7 months later that it seemed this prophetic song came fully alive. Even though I was crashing between overwhelm and complete numbness, I knew that somehow I would overcome. And that this attack on my life that felt like a knife to my throat would be neutralized. No, not just neutralized, but turned over in some triumphant fashion that would make all hell shudder. I knew so little, but I was certain of what mattered: “Hush now, this won’t be the first time you’ve overcome.” A forth-telling and foretelling of truth said in advance to secure my future of promise.

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