Turbo Cancer: Day 84 - September 3, 2022
Three Worlds
On this day, last year, my mom wrote:
“Chemo yesterday. Another four hour day. I’m not a match for immunotherapy. Nobody understands my lymphedema. But, chemo is working!
I feel good today (except for lumpy). Hope tomorrow won’t be too bad. I have a new, painful sunken spot on my shin - applied Neosporin and gauze. Don’t want it to open. Need to drink lots of water today!
I feel like I’m getting prepared for heaven. I can’t see living like this if things get worse! Whatever is God’s plan, I want to be ready for it.
FAITH CONSISTS OF BELIEVING WHEN IT IS BEYOND THE POWER OF REASON TO BELIEVE.”
My mom was living in three worlds.
There was the world of the doctors, the supposed saviors, here on earth. With their degrees hanging on their walls, they called themselves experts. We believed them. We went right along with it.
They used cold, hard machines to test my mom’s body.
They filled her up with chemicals and called themselves miracle workers.
They ignored her spirit.
They denied the existence of her soul.
My mom and I had been thrown, suddenly, into the world of doctors. I wheeled her into sterile offices. We sat and waited for men and women in white coats to show us computer screens and tell us how well all of their experiments were working.
The world of doctors was unnatural.
My mom was also living in the world of the body.
My mom had had a strong connection to her body. She created a life centered around physical health. She worked hard to maintain the vessel that carried her spirit. She cherished and cared for her corporeal being.
All at once, the world of her body was falling apart - painfully. For decades, my mom had lived with absolute focus on the food that she consumed, and on building strength. She had overcome every temptation.
My mom always said: “I can’t control much, but I can control what I put in my mouth.”
She expected longevity.
She deserved longevity.
Alas, her body was failing her. She was no longer in control.
Finally, there was the real world.
My mom was living in the world of the spirit. Through prayer, reading and meditation, she was able to separate herself from her body. She was able to, at times, transcend her pain.
She was able to rise above her suffering.
A spirit cannot survive within a failing body. Spirits are too bright. Because of this, spirits, at some point, must be free.
If they cannot be free, they will darken, wither, and die. It is when the spirit dies that the war is lost.
Without a spirit, we are nothing.
The doctors claimed that their tests looked good, and that the treatment was working. They said that my mom’s body was healing, and returning to its previous condition.
My mom’s spirit, however, was beginning to detect a distant whisper. From far off, she could hear a voice. It was telling her that it was almost time.
Almost time to come home.
Super- intense...
Super-TRUE
Thank you for taking the time to share.
Just found your story yesterday. Heartbreaking 💔 Brings back a lot of memories…watching my own mother die of cancer.😥💔💔💔💔