I learned of a potential physical challenge a year ago in August 2022. From the beginning, I have prayed the leper’s prayer, which he pleaded to Jesus, “If you choose, you can make me clean.” From the beginning, I believe I was chosen to be made clean.
That conviction was validated yesterday morning when I visited my oncologist. After a year of treatment, including chemotherapy, monthly injections from the urologist, and daily medications, my oncologist confirmed that my PSA is undetectable – <0.1 – which means the cancer is in remission. To say I am cured is a misnomer according to my oncologist, but statistically, my treatment and the way my body has responded suggests I have another good five to seven years. As I approach my 74th birthday, I would be selfish to ask for or expect more. Now I can concentrate on rehabilitating the leg.
As I’ve stated in the previous ‘lessons’ I’ve posted, it has not been an easy path to walk, and I am convinced without doubt that – in the words of Francis de Sales – God either shields us from suffering or gives us the strength to bear it. That shield or strength does not come as a suit of body armor, rather from the circle of friends who gather around us to pray and support us when we need it most.
I still have a ways to go for complete recovery, but positive signs emerge every day… my hair is growing back… I’m losing the water weight I gained… neuropathy is minimal in the hands and less severe in the feet… I am less fatigued…
As we got in the vehicle to drive home, Mrs. tVM asked how I felt. I started to weep. “Relieved and grateful,” I managed to reply, “Relieved that I can see a light at the end of the tunnel and grateful for the many family and friends who stood with me and offered prayers and support throughout the journey.”
Saying ‘thanks for your prayers’ is in no way a cliché, but a sincere acknowledgment that you have had a hugely positive impact on my health.
We are indeed all family.