Easy, that is, until you get that fateful phone call that your loved one has cancer. All of the sudden, I was ripped back into reality. Wait a second. My life isn't so bad after all! I'd often told myself that the big "C" was the one thing I, as a mother couldn't handle. And now MY MOTHER had it!
- How blessed I am that I've had
Monte and Barbara Cady
- How blessed I am that they caught it and were able to operate. That the Doctors are doing what they can to take good care of her.
- How blessed I am that we live today rather than in pioneer days when cancer would never have been caught and she would have most likely died a slow and painful death.
- How blessed I am that I have the gospel in my life, and the perspective it brings to a crisis such as this. To know that there is a plan and that Heavenly Father knows our family, our family's needs, and is watching over us in our times of trial.
- How blessed am I that I have a husband who loves and supports me and will be there for me whenever I need him - in sickness in health. In happiness and pain. He's got my back.
- How blessed am I that I have children who are healthy, intelligent, happy, and still (cross my fingers) like me!
I am truly blessed. Of that I am sure. Family and the gospel are paramount in my life. And everything else is just....stuff - designed by Satan to overwhelm and discourage me. I'm bound and determined to take things one day at a time, and at times, one MINUTE at a time. For if I forget about the blessings in my life, I will have forgotten what life was all about..and what a waste that would be.