In the midst of the joy of the Christmas season, I have another cause for rejoicing. Yesterday, we found out that our friend, Shelly's, cancer was totally self-contained, stage one and gone. The Doc says for insurance she needs to have three chemo treatments. When we think of what this diagnosis could have meant, we are shouting for joy. Before the doctor left the examining room, she told him how very relieved she was. He turned to Pat and I and said with a big smile on his face, "She does know about the chemo, doesn't she?"
The past nine weeks, since Bruce and Shelly's accident, have been a nightmarish blur most of the time. As awful as this accident was, and considering we still don't know the outcome for Bruce, we also know that without it, Shelly might well have lost her life to cancer. Does anyone see the hand of God in this? I sure do.
So, today, dear bloggy friends, as you continue to pray for Bruce's recovery, which is very, very slow, take a moment to thank God for this life saving news about Shelly.