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The Cancer Cure

Is the answer in the light, or must we stand in the shadow to recognize the difference between healthy and unhealthy?

Is the disease the enemy viewed as a foe?  Can medicine allure the cancer stricken patient to rid discomfort and to ultimately be cured?

While life unfolds for everyone else near and far, part or apart from the living quarters of a person suffering from cancer, assisting as a caregiver is like shadowing to serve the instant thing needed.  It is the most gratifying unselfish job on the planet because the energy given for another one to be comforted is borderline divine.  The cure is also in the caring to care.  As my dear friend Michelle Yeager pointed out, ” Because your husband Dan has what he has , he is allowed to be as he is.”  That nips the edges of any aggravation that may arise in providing for the needs of an ailing loved one.  The compassion felt is driven by the love of God in us.

The cure is within each soul abiding in the flesh.

Consideration of all things possible comes first.

Dr Stefan Octavian Ciurea, Stem Cell Transplant…Remarkable knowledge, understanding, and compassion.

The acceptance of being afflicted by cancer is like the clasping of hands together interlocking the fingers to let rest, and then letting go as one would a fistful of sand and wiping every last grain…

Second, after acceptance, comes peace born in learning and teaching about the conditions of the body, mind, and spirit.  Oh, one can overlook the reality of the nitty gritty, but this is the outline that is not bypassed.

It is a fact we need one another to conceive, to be nurtured to nurture, and to become all that each was willed to serve in this world.  That is why there are so many tasks to be fulfilled by all of us in this world.  We learn and teach simultaneously and always interactively.

Cancer afflicts even those in the medical fields.  Their specified skills may serve the rarest of diseases yet their professions do not give them a pass from ailments.  Humans breathe and bleed.  They thrive to belong and “the wholesome” strive to survive by serving their best.  The missing parts of this equation is we are uniquely different yet we speak the same language in time of need.  The ill need kindness.

Mark Twain aptly wrote: ” Kindness is the language the blind can see and the deaf can hear.”

Therefore, the third component to beating cancer is love.  The good Bible tells us love is kind.

My neurosurgeon husband chose to be a stem cell transplant patient at MD Anderson in Houston, Texas.

After seventeen years of battling a number of different cancers, the large B cell Lymphoma called him to step into the latest possible treatment available because he says he likes living. Keep Reading

The Gift of Hospitality

There comes a time prayers are answered unexpectedly:

Angelic welcoming at the Hospitality Apartments…

Answer me when I call you,

O my righteous God.

Give  me relief from my distress;

be merciful to me and hear my prayer.”  __Psalm 4:1

On  my husband’s 78th birthday, as we juggled our options at crossroads of life, a number of prayers were answered by a call from Hospitality Apartments, in Houston.  The gentleman’s message lit our grim outlook that day, and my husband repeatedly said, I can’t believe it.

Run by community volunteers devoted to providing a safe, clean place to meet the needs of MD Anderson Cancer Center patients and their caregivers, the goodwill began with a good man’s vision.  He was a doctor.

After work, the good doctor attended Bible Study and that’s where he found out there were patients from afar in need of housing.

It is here where my husband is presently undergoing stem cell transplant to combat a Large b Cell Lymphoma.  At his age, “monocammaslopathy treatment” is warranted.  That means he will be blessed to use his own harvested bone marrow cells.

The medical breakthroughs are remarkable.  The whole team of physicians and nurses serve with skill, patience, and an obvious dedication to wiping out cancer.

Dan pulling the little wagon with water and suitcases… to the elevator up the second floor… W-25…

We realized the long term required stay would mean borrowing more funds against the value of our home. We live nearly four hours away, and even though Texas highways are excellently maintained, our years slow our stamina.

Each resident holds a story of how there came a time…

 We meet people from everywhere, even as my last blog describes the Okamotos.  We celebrated answered prayers while also housed next door to a couple from Hawaii.

 

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ALOHA Okamotos

Our One Almighty God speaks in our hearts daily.  When we choose to look, we see He silently supports our efforts so long as they align with His will.  Often, what we think is going on in our lives… is a mere part of  the whole picture.  Apart from our daily duties, a quiet knowing  of what to do next… is the call for responsible action.

Our wrong turns in life are made good because God loves every human created as much as He loves you.  No matter the strife between us on earth, the lesson is ALOHA, Always Love One Heavenly Almighty.  Our temporary journey on earth provides the passage to heaven…

Our story is more involved than what I am about to say an in time, I will address more.

Son Douglas pointing to the sky to photograph the likeness of a mountain’s silhouette… yet, behold!
A heart!

In short, due to health issues prohibiting my husband to continue to practice medicine, a decision to purchase a property to run a bed and breakfast we could eventually pass on to our sons, placed us in a precariously unforeseen legal situation.  We were shut down by the county of Maui, Hawaii.  Our investment was not to be our gain.  After four years on the market, at closing, the new owners requested an additional amount of money that set us further back financially.  Not even in a position to negotiate, we left the island.

However, God knows our 1198 Pulehu Road home held a labyrinth of prayers lifted for many who stayed even for free while we gave all we could with open hearts.  We lived, and live Aloha.

The farewell carved a crater in our hearts yet the Lord filled it with sunshine, just as He does Haleakala, The House of the Sun.

Friends who also left Maui with shattered dreams of surviving by working a bed and breakfast, enticed us to move near them  in Hemphill, Texas, where we could grow lemons and peaches and eggplants and roses bloom year long.  After a year in Idaho trying to assess our limited options, we made our way to Hemphill.  The pine lined road welcomed us, and we saw the population sign for the city: 1198.  I remember it as a foreign gift one accepts without knowing its purpose. Keep Reading