You know that old adage, "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade"? That has been the soundtrack of our lives for about the past month. Brian and I have been trying our hands at our own lemonade-making skills. We feel as if we reside in a lemon grove these days.
On August 23, we were about to leave our house to meet my family for dinner, when a big storm blew through our neck of the woods. All of a sudden, the lights brightened and popped, and we realized that something was amiss. Upon further investigation, we determined that a tree had fallen on the power lines going from our house to the main transformer, thus causing a power surge. Hours later, the electricity company shut off the power to the home. The fire department closed the street and would not let us return to our home until the electricity was shut off at the main line. Unfortuantely, this occured at a less than convenient hour (3:00AM), so Brian and I loaded our three dogs and ourselves into our Tahoe and headed for my sister-in-law's house to stay the night. "No big deal," we reassured ourselves, "We'll be back tomorrow." Little did we know that the water heater had burst and caused a flood reminiscent of Noah's. The floors were soaked and soured - not a great combination. To make a saga but a short tale, I'll just say that we're back home after 3 weeks and 3 days as evacuees. We now have new floors in every room, closet, and hamper; a new hot water heater; new toilets; a new refrigerator; and new wiring.
Well, we spent a few weeks indulging ourselves because of our inconvenient homelessness, but then the real lemons came. On September 4th, I received a life-altering phone call - "I'm sorry, Lindsey, but you have grade 3 invasive ductal carcinoma - breast cancer." That's right. Me, at 25, a newlywed of 3 months, a perfectly content wife to Brian and dog mom to our brood - me, I have cancer. Not the lady I know from work, or the woman I know from church, or my grandma. Nope, this time it's me. Sure, there were a few days of utter shock and panic, but I boast only in my Jesus, because He has given me peace in the storm.
In the Bible in the book of James it says, "Consider it pure joys, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds." Brian and I are making the conscience choice each day to consider our situation pure joy. This doesn't mean that we never have low points or that we're in utter bliss all of the time, but we do trust God. We lay this struggle at His feet, and say, "Use us. Make our worry your glory. Let others see your faithfulness in us, so that they might now you and trust you." For we have tasted and seen that the Lord is good, and we WILL rejoice and be glad in each day.
So, from now on, I will be posting as much as I can. I've certainly been out of the loop because of the homeless situation, and now I've been inundated with doctor's appointments, tests, screenings, and just getting my life in order. I'm having a bilateral mastectomy with reconstruction this coming Tuesday (Sept. 30th) and then I'll start chemotherapy 3-4 weeks following surgery. God is good, all the time, and we trust him to see us through this storm.
Bless you, and I covet your prayers.