Our foster son just turned three years old, and he does this really cute thing. Whenever he sees me--and I mean whenever--he runs up to me crying "NAN!!" and hugs my thigh like it is his absolutely favorite thing in the world.
It cracks me up.
But some things that cling do not make me smile.
Like cancer.
Ever since I went on Tamoxifen, I have had lower back pain. Many women do. Mine is focused on my right SI joint in my hip and only massive doses of Alleve fix it. I'm sure the large amount of time I spend sitting doesn't help at all. So, I go to see a Physical Therapist here at UT Southwestern.
Who proceeds to tell me that she wants to do an MRI to make sure I don't have cancer again that has now settled in my hip.
Seriously? Not even my oncologist thinks that.
And I realize that for the rest of my life, any health event that occurs to me these doctors will wonder if it's cancer again.
It's the cling of cancer.
But there is something in my life that sticks to me much stronger than that.
Jesus.
He is quite clear about that in Genesis 28:15 when he says, "I am with you and will watch over you wherever you go".
I need to be reminded of that. Particularly as my next mammogram is set for February 13th. Will I focus on the cling of cancer, or will I focus on the everlasting presence of My King?
I'm working on it with The One who is Faithful and True (Revelation 19:11). Because when I focus on HIM, there is no cling of cancer. There is only peace.
