When I started this cancer fight nearly three years ago, I said there were three possible outcomes: 1) God heals me “naturally” (i.e. through the medical process), 2) God heals me miraculously, or 3) God takes me home to be with him. Well, the likelihood of #1 seems to be decreasing.
As you likely know, I had surgery two weeks ago in which the surgeon removed a piece of my lung and subsequently reported that it was cancerous. Yesterday we spoke with the oncologist. I’ll do my best to relate the way he put it, without making it sound too good nor too bad. Basically he said that the cancer is back, as demonstrated by the piece they removed. That means that the medical attempts to cure me seem to have failed. Going forward, the medical attempts would simply be to lengthen my life or improve the quality of it. If another tumor appears anywhere within a year, that would be particularly bad and there might not be anything worth doing. If it takes longer than that, then more chemo and/or more cherry-picking might still be an option.
So, the news is not really as good as we’d have liked, but I don’t see it limiting God in any way. :-)
Besides, after the Christmas our family had, I had been thinking of Luke 2:29-30 back in January. Yesterday I was reminded of that, and perhaps that is His plan for me. :-)