Happy. This word comes at a strange time. Cancer has come to visit my family. My baby sister was recently diagnosed with breast cancer. I am a very pragmatic person. I am a surgical nurse. I regularly participate in breast cancer related surgeries. As a nurse, I would consider myself to be an expert in this particular surgery. I know what it looks like. I know the things that women face from a surgical standpoint. I feel like I would handle this diagnosis well. But it’s not me.
I confess that I have not been good about mammograms. I’m pretty against diagnostic testing. I think sometimes we go too far in treating disease. Particularly in elderly folks. It’s my own personal view. I wouldn’t impose my views about healthcare on others. We all have to choose our healthcare.
But when my 42 year old sister told me about her cancer, I bit the bullet and scheduled a mammogram.
Today I got The results. I’m happy/not happy to report that I am cancer free. Don’t get me wrong, I am relieved that I am cancer free. But how can I possibly be happy when my sister is not?
I guess I just don’t understand what God is doing? But as my favorite #2son said,
God’s thoughts are not our thoughts, and his ways are not our ways.
Can I be happy with that? I will try. And I will be available for my favorite sister to try to make her feel happy despite cancer.