Life, theology & writing... Okay, some crabbing and moaning, too
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
MY CHEMICAL BROMANCE
Ever since I found out I had breast cancer, not a week has gone by without someone assuring me that men get breast cancer too. Thank you. Fact is, parts of the system are not--but definitely--set up for treating men. When I went for initial scanning and my biopsy I was purposely sequestered from the women patients. Some methods bordered on the absurd: I was herded through back hallways--DARK back hallways--to avoid patient areas.But here I am. The system has worked quickly and has focused on my comfort and care. I cannot complain about my treatment at the hands of medical personnel.
As for friends; WOW. I am overwhelmed by the outpouring of concern, prayer and offers of help. My faith in God has strengthened me beyond expectation. Without belaboring the point, cancer is scary. And one person has gone out of his way to frighten me into compliance. I honestly don't know how anyone could go through this threat without the hope and peace that God provides.