Last Night before the Big Day

I think I'm supposed to be really frightened or stressed about tomorrow. The scariest part right now is that despite my best efforts, I seem to have lost most of the purple markings that I had drawn on me Monday by the plastic surgeon. Hope he can find enough of them to connect the dots. You just can't shower with all the special soaps, scrub the surgical area and keep the ink too. The instructions have been confusing at best.

I'm handling this really well today for the most part. My biggest excitement was counting down the hours until this cancer will be out of me. This time tomorrow I might be in pain, but will be tumor free. That's worth it! It's been incredibly hard to walk around with a time bomb strapped to your chest for more than a month. On the flip side, little things remind me of how different my life is about to be. I was folding laundry last night and putting it away. I grabbed a stack of 8 bras, took them to the bedroom, opened the drawer, and then it hit me. I don't need these anymore. It was 29 years ago the last time I didn't need a bra. It's those moments that bring it all home.

It's then that Aaron Shust's song "Come to Me" begins to play in my head. I love the way he takes scripture and puts it with music so that it lives in your brain and runs through your mind on a loop. I am weary and burdened, and yet I have rest. Thank you, Jesus. Tomorrow the cancer is gone, but the tough part of my battle begins. We'll talk in a couple days...