AMPLIFIED BREAST CANCER VERSION: ECCLESIASTES 3:1-8
To everything there is a season; will I ever see another summer?
And a time to every purpose under heaven; this purpose I cannot grasp.
A time to be born and a time to die; will it be soon?
A time to plant; seeds of hope; And a time to pluck up unforgiveness.
A time to kill the cancer, and a time to heal me!
A time to break down and cry, and a time to laugh when your wig falls off in the wind!
A time to mourn those who loose the battle, and a time to dance - on the last chemo treatment day!
A time to cast away stones; people in glass houses shouldn't throw them!
A time to gather stones together to build relationships, new and old.
A time to embace everyone you see, we all need hugs.
A time to refrain from embracing - during chemo so you won't catch germs.
A time to get flowers and cards,
And a time to loose hopefully not everything you eat, but a few pounds will do.
A time to keep treasured memories of those you love;
A time to rend my hair out if I had any;
A time to sew new clothes for the many shapes of reconstruction.
A time to keep silence because God is in heaven,
And a time to speak of His new mercies.
A time to love everyone - you ever know what someone is going through.
A time to hate the cancer and fight back.
A time of war within my body;
A time of peace within my soul.
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