What just happened?

4/25/2018. One of those impact the timeline of your life days.  I found a lump.  Crazy. Was I imagining it?  Nope. It was for real.  Now begins the surreal existence of doctors and testing and testing and doctors.  Moving from one waiting room to the next both figuratively and in reality.

But - the troops are rallied.  The friends, the neighbors the far off family.  We connect and establish a plan and the prayer cover... oh the prayer cover. My God is so big, so strong and so mighty there’s nothing my God cannot to.  Memories of songs, moments of support, conversations about constipation... what?!  But if you share the need, the prayers can cover it.

My first reaction, I’m going to go bald.  Wait! Hubby is bald, Twinning is Winning.  There is always always always a plus.  Even in the darkest hardest most fear filled moments, God is with me.  Walking beside me, holding my hand, shielding my heart.

So, this is funny.  As I was compiling my email to my volunteers, I referenced the verse:

He will cover you with His feathers, under His wings you will find refuge: His faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.  Psalm 91:4.

Some of you may picture an eagle, or maybe even a Pterodactyl...  me... a humongous chicken.  Because God provided the Carter family with ample amounts of humor.  And I am so thankful for that!  And chickens are awesome.

So, I held a fundraiser to shave my hair.  Why?  Because I could.  Because it was my choice. Because i didn’t want to channel the Evil Queen in Snow White when she turned into the hag.  And today my hair started to fall out.  And it’s okay.  It really is. For me, who lived as a perpetual pony tail wearer, it’s not that bad.  Today.  Tomorrow I may cry.  But today I’m dealing and life is good. I am 1/2 way through my first cycle.  This is possible.  I - we, my village, my support, my God... we can do this.  One day at a time, one fallen follicle, one nauseated moment at a time.  I’m so glad it’s cancer stage 1.  Thank you for the little things that make up the big.  And He knows how many hairs are left.  He’s counting too.