This broadcast was recorded in February 2013. God’s hand was very obvious when it was recorded, but He has moved even more in the lives of Mary and Travis. In short, the cancer came back in March 2013. Mary had another major surgery and started chemo. There were complications from the first surgery and the doctor had to perform a surgery again. This time, there was no sign of cancer. There was no medical reason for this, and Mary is still cancer free almost 4 months later.
God has performed several miracles in our family through this experience over the last 2 and a half years. You can read about them specifically here: His Goodness  | His Goodness  | duh duh duh | in retrospect | Miracles
Listen to the broadcast below:
original source is found at Focus on the Family.Read More
(This post is a follow up to this one.)
I’ve always believed in miracles. I’ve always believed that God could transcend the natural laws of our universe and make something supernatural happen. Not did I believe that he could, but I believed that he did. It’s one thing to say “God can,” it’s another thing entirely to say “God does.”
I always believed Mary was going to be okay. I was never fearful that the cancer would kill her, but I thought it would be medicine that would bring about a cure. It was going to be a long hard road, but she was going to come through it. I never doubted that.
I also never expected or believed her healing would have no medical explanation. I never expected the doctor to have a confused expression because the cancer was gone.
I never expected a miracle.Read More
For over 2 years I’ve always said and always believed God could heal Mary if that was His plan for her. Many times on this blog I have said statistics don’t scare me. Many more times I have told people face to face or over text and email that I don’t care what doctors say her fate is. I truly, truly don’t.
With everything in my heart, mind and soul I know all it would take is one word. One whisper. One thought. And she would be healed.
But I also knew even if He doesn’t, He is still good.
And I am no fool for believing he could or can.
My family experienced a miracle this week. It still feels weird writing that. There’s not a lot of room for miracles in today’s world, but we got one.
The Back Story
My sister-in-law, Mary, was diagnosed with Stage 3C ovarian cancer in April of 2011. A lot of amazing things happened back then, but it was easy to explain their causes without using the word miracle. She went through chemo and had surgeries – it was a long road to recovery. When it was done her prognosis was looking good.
Then the cancer came back with vengeance in April 2013. It was all over her abdominal cavity. Coating every organ. The surgeon took out her spleen, uterus, parts of her liver, and did a bowel re-sectioning. It looked like the cancer was going to win.Read More
Emily and I get into a little disagreement nearly every time it rains.
She absolutely hates raindrops being on the windshield while we’re driving. All she sees is the drops. They distract her eyes from the road. It’s dangerous.
I hate the wipers. I barely see the drops, but every time the wiper squeaks past it becomes all I can see. The road fades away, and there is only wiper. It’s dangerous.Read More
With Mary’s first surgery we documented every step of the way. Even brought our good friend in who is a professional photographer to take pictures.
With the second, we took about half as many pictures.
With this third surgery, we took about 5. With an iPhone.Read More
Exactly two years ago today I was lying in a bed in a Denver Hospital. By that afternoon I had an opening in my abdomen from my pelvis to rib age. I woke up on a morphine pump, hooked up to IV fluids. I had the squeezey contraptions on my calves for circulation and was told to breathe into my breath exerciser every hour.
While this surgery was much better prepared for, the steps went exactly the same: I’m lying here in a hospital bed stapled closed from pelvis to sternum. I’m hooked up to a pain pump and fluids. I have the squeezeys on and have been faithful to my breathing exercises.
Exactly two years to the day after my first surgery I am having my third. And I am not bummed. I wouldn’t change a day in the years between. And if I have to do it again in another two years I will do it with a smile on my face. I love the years the surgery and chemo buy us. I love who my family is when we pull together to be strong. I love how i love life and appreciate things differently. And who knows, maybe in my future they will come out with new and improved treatments to beef up our army!;)Read More