Since returning from Spain I have had some medical tests. Yesterday I met with the oncologist-in-training to discuss the results. I did not know which way the appointment would go. I have been feeling fairly well since my return, albeit more tired than I was on my trip. Because my particular kind of cancer is aggressive, I was prepared for the worst and yet still hoping for the best.
I am pleased to report that it was the latter news that was delivered. The doctor started with the report that there were no new tumours found. She then proceeded to tell me that the present tumours did not have significant growth. Some were even termed stable. She kept talking for another minute after reviewing this information and I suddenly began to cry. The poor doctor looked at me uncertain as to what to do, offering me Kleenex. I assured her that these were happy tears. I felt relief and joy. The friend who accompanies me to my appointments has a great sense of humour and this is one of the many reasons I am grateful for her presence. Those are happy tears? she inquired in a tone that made us all laugh.
During my pilgrimage, I had no sense of what was transpiring but I had felt peace. Several people have told me that they feel a healing happened while I was away. They are not saying a cure but they do notice a difference. I think so too and for this I am incredibly grateful. I will take each day that I am given and continue to serve my Beloved. I am glad to know that it appears I will have some days to do so. Thanks be to God!
When was the last time you cried happy tears?
What are you grateful for at this point in your life?
Great Physician, you heal at levels deep within us – – not just our bodies but our whole beings. If we stopped and realized the great glory of your work, tears of joy would flow continuously. Amen.