My hair is growing back. Verrrryyyy slowly. But it is growing and it is kinda crazy curly with a mind of its' own. Oh well. It is kinda fun and funky. I just go with it.
The volunteering has been truly amazing. It makes me think of another passion I often write about. Gardening. Every year around February and March, I gather my seeds from various resources. Then I organize my plug trays for planting and make sure I have enough dirt for everything I want to plant. Now I am ready to get at it.
A gardener has to have hope. We purchase packages of seeds, which are dry, dead, pieces of formerly living plants. They bare little resemblence to the plant they came from, and unless you are really familiar or are planting beans, peas, or corn... you wouldn't know what to expect. Each seed is placed in it's own little hole, gently covered with germinating mix, and then lightly watered. At this point, I simply have to sit back and wait. Sure I can adjust the temperature and amount of water they receive. I can even place them under grow lights, but I can't really force the process beyond that. They will sprout when they are ready.
This last year, I feel as if in some ways I underwent a similar change. A part of me has dried up and died in this process called cancer. Now, don't start thinking I am looking for pity cause that couldn't be farther from the case. The part of me that died was the fear. In the past I attempted to deal with this issue that would plague me from time to time, but I was unsuccessful. It wasn't until I was finally diagnosed with an actual life threatening illness that I released my grip and let it go. The ultimate realization that I have only so much control over things hit me square in the chest.
That seed of fear that was dead and lifeless, fell into fertile soil. I think I surrendered my goals and ambitions and allowed God to water that little seed with hope, compassion, and an abundant peace. From it has sprung a new passion and love of people I might never have experienced with out the Lord's leading. I have heard it said many times, that you know your doing the right kind of ministry when you leave after serving and feel energized and refreshed, ready to do it again.
My tasks are simple and easy: Keeping the hospitality areas tidy and full of fresh hot coffee and water, and keeping the goodie tray full. I replenish the blankets in the warmer. I make copies when I am asked. I go hunting for a travel magazine because that's what helps him pass the time. I bring tea in an extra cup because it is hot and I don't want the sister to burn her hands. I check the kitchen for sugar free options because the patient is diabetic and needs to watch his sugar intake. I bring granola bars for the patient and her two friends, then return to grab peanuts because she is alergic to wheat. And sometimes I sit and visit a while. I answer questions about the types of chemo I had and how it affected me. We talk about hair loss and how it makes us feel. We compare side effects and symptoms and share all attempted cures. I listen to concerns about the prognosis. We embrace because we can relate to one another and a connection has been made. A connection that would never have happened with out my pink journey this last 15 months.
My seed died. It was planted in God's goodness and by his grace it is growing and flourishing.
being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.