23
Sep
20

Two Years On…

Today is the day when – two years ago – our world turned upside down.

After experiencing a long bout of various gastrointestinal distresses, Joan went made an appointment with her doctor. She went in on a Wednesday to get a few tests done. You know… just to eliminate some possibilities.

The next day, at around 6:00 p.m., Joan noticed that she had missed a phone call. There was a voice mail message from her primary care physician saying simply, “Please call the office as soon as you can.”

At that moment, our hearts both plunged straight toward our shoes. 

You see, this is not our first rodeo. We both knew that if the call was simply to tell Joan that the tests were all normal… nothing to worry about… the doctor would have just said that on the message. 

On the other hand, if the news was bad, she would not leave a message. She would want to discuss it with Joan and talk about next steps. We both knew that in this case, no news was bad news.

Even at that late hour, Joan tried to return the doctor’s call, with no luck. She got the answering service saying they would be happy to take a message for the doctor. 

We were then faced with somehow trying to pass the rest of that evening and the night with no news and the worst possible case scenarios running through our heads.

As you might imagine, there was not a lot of sleeping at the Brown house that night.

The next day, Joan called the doctor’s office as soon as they opened up. She got straight through to her doctor and received the news we had spent the last 14 hours imagining; the tests showed that there was cancer. In the months ahead there would be chemotherapy, followed by surgery, followed by more chemotherapy. 

As one of our worst nightmares unfolded before us, we were nevertheless able to sniff out a couple of blessings hiding there in the middle of the forest fire. 

The first was Joan’s doctor’s attitude. She refused to talk about what “stage” the cancer was, or to offer her opinion on the odds of survival. She just said, “Let’s not worry about any of that right now. What we’re going to do is get busy and attack this with everything we’ve got and hope for the best.”

The other blessing/super weird thing about that day were our plans for that evening. Months and months before that fateful day, we had heard that Billy Joel was coming to town to play a concert. We both love Billy Joel, and so we immediately called up a few friends and made plans to go out to dinner together and then carpool to the concert site. Together we would rock the night away, dancing to hits like Uptown Girl, New York State of Mind, Big Shot, We Didn’t Start the Fire, It’s Still Rock and Roll to Me, and of course – somewhere on the set list – Piano Man. Probably as the encore.

 And so, as irony would have it, that blueprint for a wonderful evening of friends, food, and fun was scheduled for THAT VERY DAY… the day of Joan’s diagnosis. 

We decided not to ruin everyone else’s evening by sharing our news over dinner, so we just force-smiled our way through the dinner, the drive, and the concert. 

In a way, the whole thing was kind of a welcome respite. But every now and then during the concert I would wrap my arm around Joan’s shoulder, squeeze her tight, look down into her eyes and mouth the words, “I love you,” over the din of the music.

The journey of the last two years has changed both of us forever. We got Joan connected with one of the best gynecological oncologists in the region. Her surgery was a success. Chemotherapy was not really the torture chamber we had feared (I know… easy for me to say, right?). 

Joan lost all of her hair and was significantly weakened by the entire process, but all of her critical blood counts and cancer markers have gone down and stayed down since they officially declared her “in remission.”

Of course, we don’t know what the future – long-term or short-term – holds for us. But then again, who does? 

Life is different these days than it was two years ago. But it is also somehow sweeter… more precious… more open to quotidian mystery and wonder than it ever was before. We miss fewer opportunities to kiss and stroke one another’s hair – now that hers has grown back. The importance of our faith and our family has jumped for both of us exponentially. Neither of us holds back when the need arises to say, “I need help,” or “I need to rest a little,” or, “I appreciate you so much.”

We cannot even begin to express our gratitude to the friends, family members, church friends, and total strangers who have picked us up and carried us through these days. Sometimes Psalm 103:13-16 informs us: “As a father has compassion on his children, so the Lord has compassion on those who fear him; for he knows how we are formed, he remembers that we are dust.
The life of mortals is like grass, they flourish like a flower of the field; the wind blows over it and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more.”

At other times, we lean heavily on Matthew 6:26-27, where we hear Jesus saying, Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?  Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?”

But the verse that has lent it’s comforting shadow to us more than any other over these past 24 months comes from the pen of King Solomon: “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight.” (Proverbs 3:5-6, NRSV). 

Whatever you might be going through yourself right now, I pray you might find a way to make these words YOUR theme also.

Abundant blessings;


4 Responses to “Two Years On…”


  1. 1 Karen Coffman
    September 24, 2020 at 1:54 am

    Hi Russell – I’ve been reading your musings since Karen put me on to them a few weeks ago. So far you’ve done nothing to disabuse us of the notion that you’re a deep thinker and still rank in the top 2 “preaching” preachers we’ve known in our 55 and 65 years association with the Methodist/United Methodist church. Ok, enough of that; don’t want to give you more good press than you can handle.

    We’re glad to hear that Joan is doing well and that you’re both dealing positively with the situation. I can appreciate some of that since I’m also coming up to a similar 2 year anniversary next month. The past year or so has been a bit rough with some, how you say? – complications, but I’m feeling good now and have come to appreciate the blessings that come with a refocus on the important things you mention in your comments.

    Plus, with that and a pandemic, I find I only have to think about each one half as much as otherwise; so there’s that. Funny how things work out for the good, huh?

    Just wanted to let you know we appreciate the time and thought you put into the messages. We’ll be watching. Hi to Joan. Gary Coffman

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    • September 24, 2020 at 2:49 am

      Gary;
      It is so great to hear from you! I have heard a brief report now and then from Karen, but not much of a peep from you… until now. I always appreciated your straight-forward, no nonsense approach to your faith and your church participation. So what was the nature of your life-altering event, if I may be so bold? There is nothing like a rude reminder of our mortality to help put things into perspective, is there?

      I assume the two of you are still at Heritage. You have one of my favorite people ever as your pastor now. I really love Maria. She is a deep, engaging person of faith, but won’t take any shit from anyone. So you’d better watch yourself!

      I am glad things have stabilized somewhat for you now. This pandemic sure puts a major wrinkle in things, doesn’t it? I was just kind of figuring out this whole retirement thing and our new location in Fort Collins when the whole thing struck. I am eager for it to be resolved, but I think there are important things it can teach us in the meantime.

      I will pass along your greetings to Joan. Give Karen my best while you are at it.

      Blessings;

      – Russell B.


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