My Cancer. God's Grace. His Glory.ಮಾದರಿ

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My surgeon asked: "What about a plastic surgeon?" We mentioned Dr. D. He responded, "You usually can’t get in to see him for a year." I said: "Well, who would you recommend?" The nurse said: "You should give him a try. Let's go. We'll call him right now!" She led me to her office, and she called Dr. D.

They answered. They said: "He is off on Wednesday afternoons, but he will see you. Can you be here at 3 pm?" So we were with Dr. H on Tuesday and Dr. D the following afternoon with surgery scheduled for the afternoon of September 25th!

Dr. D, who had said that he was no longer doing breast reconstructions, sat with me for over an hour walking me through what to expect, how I would feel, what they were going to do, and what they were not going to do—all of it. The time he spent with me was pivotal. The Lord knew just what I needed and provided.

As I share about all those the Lord provided there is one key person I haven’t mentioned—my husband. There is no way to describe the amazing love and grace I was shown through him. He was there every step of the way. So loving. So kind. So caring. Such a friend! He was Christ to me.

And then there was the Lord! He ruled and reigned over every little detail of what we were to go through. There were some weeks we were going to five, six, seven doctor's appointments. There was test after test, and a surgery to prepare me for a surgery—yet we never felt any strain. We felt His tender loving presence so near and were literally carried through all of the steps, and there were many!