My favorite Viktor Vasnetsov painting is his A KNIGHT AT THE CROSSROADS.
I study it when at a personal crossroads ... as tonight.
Two growths on my face the doctors are 99% certain are cancerous.
The biopsy reports will not be in until next week sometime. Days will be longer than usual now.
I face surgeries I cannot afford four weeks from now (the earliest they can work me in.)
My company's new insurance has a new deductible of $2500 at a time when I depleted my savings to save my cat.
Anyone can be a hero when the odds are in their favor.
I will find a way, for the Father has never let me down yet as my home burning down and Hurricane Rita proved.
I was just going to post as if nothing were wrong, but the more perceptive of you would have noticed and thought perhaps it was me feeling hostility towards you, my friends.
So I am being upfront with you.
So I am working with a time bomb ticking each second, not knowing just what is going to happen.
Mohs Surgery takes off one layer of skin at a time, but these growths have been with me for years.
How many layers will have to be removed? Will it be enough?
The night has descended. There is no moon, and I cannot see the stars. That is what faith and courage is all about.
As I waited for the doctor in the office today, I picked up the Gideon Bible to look for the 23rd Psalm, and it fell open to Psalm 91,
letting me know that others have been in the same place as I ... and The Father was standing next to them as He was standing next to me.
And so that is that. No more whining from me.
I will try to be entertaining with my future posts. I just ask that if you believe, pray for me ... and for the countless others who have no one to listen or pray for them.
“I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become.”
― C.G. Jung
― C.G. Jung