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Cancer May Take My Life, But it Can Never Take My Hope
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Cancer May Take My Life, But it Can Never Take My Hope


Cancer May Take My Life, But it Can Never Take My Hope


Cancer May Take My Life, But it Can Never Take My Hope


Choosing mundane faithfulness in the face of a terminal illness


By Kara Tippetts






This was not the story I had planned.


In the midst of a shower one day, I decided I needed to do a self breast exam. I just sensed I needed to. As soon as I started, I knew. I found the hard mass and started to cry. I called my husband, Jason, crying. I called a friend, crying. I just knew.


We sought out the proper doctors, the surgeons, the oncologist, and our fears were confirmed on a blazing hot summer day. The breast surgeon sat down and looked me straight in the eye: “I have seen the report from your biopsy, and you do, in fact, have cancer.” From that point, I felt like Charlie Brown in school. Wahh, wahh, wahh . . . mastectomy . . . wah, wah, wah . . . you will lose all your hair . . . wah, wah, wah . . . aggressive cancer. I kept looking at my dear friend Anna, who we had brought along to take notes. With tears in her eyes, she was frantically writing.


When you come to the end of yourself, that’s when something else can begin.


From the point the doctor confirmed cancer, I could not take in any other words coming out of her mouth. She spoke with confidence about my next steps, but I was more crumpled than the paper I was sitting on in her stark office. She came to my side to show me the devastation that cancer had had on my breast. We left the office and sat in the car for a very long time and cried.


Stripping My Pride


We stumbled in those first days to know how to live, to remember to eat, and to find life in the midst of our horror and diagnosis and stress.


When you come to the end of yourself, that’s when something else can begin. And what began for us is that we started asking for help. We had to. We had to let go of our false comforts found in control and strength. We said yes to offers of care and help. We stopped pretending we had anything figured out. Cancer stripped us of that pride. We simply asked for our daily bread, to get through each moment, for Jesus to carry us and meet us in our daily mess.


I could not wait for my health to return, to fully participate once more in life. I longed for simple moments cooking and dancing with my children. I longed to do the school driving and attend sporting events. I wanted to hike, bike, to live apart from the face-down living I had been doing in my bed for months. We were so ready. Summer came and we went on a long vacation. We played hard, we rested hard. It was a glorious summer. I would wear out quickly, but I was so happy just to be alive.





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