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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Anger (01/24/05)

TITLE: Recycling
By Cheri Hardaway



Diagnosis: Cancer. The dreaded ‘C’ word strikes fear in all, causing even the most stalwart heart to tremble. I remember the first time I heard that word; I was twenty-eight. Sitting in the doctor’s office with my mother after a check up, she became its next victim. ‘Lung cancer’ in layman’s terms, ‘Oat cell carcinoma’ in medical terminology, and a life-sucking parasite to anyone who has ever had the misfortune to make its acquaintance.

I still recall, after learning the diagnosis, the fear and anger that engulfed and threatened to drown me. Picking up my mail one day from that little cluster box on the corner, I dissolved into a puddle of tears that quickly became a torrent. Cried out, finally, I wondered, “Would Mom even live to see the baby I now carried in my womb?” I thought of my sister, only nineteen. “Mom won’t even see her get married!” I raged. How I hated that cancer! I hated even more fiercely the years of Mother’s smoking that had opened opportunity’s door, allowing the enemy to inflict this disease on her body!

Denying my angry fears, chemo and radiation eradicated the cancer, and Mom was granted ten more disease-free years. Her second chance was different. Fifty years of self-sufficiency had kept my mom alienated from the God who desired to save her. (I had spent my first twenty-five years likewise, so I understood.) Now each day was a gift, and she lived like it, thanking God for every new day; never again did she take life for granted. She received her Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. What the enemy meant for her destruction, God worked for her ultimate good (Romans 8:28, NKJV). For example, before her salvation, she and I had begun to repair the turbulence of my teen years and were well on our way to building a wonderful adult friendship. Our newfound bond in Christ brought a unity to every area of our relationship, enriching us both.

From age sixty to sixty-two, cancer would trespass three more times; the fourth announcement was especially poignant. Recently retired, the third cancer successfully treated, Mom and Dad paid us a visit. While together, we celebrated and even made plans to repaint our house together the following summer. Lighthearted, I answered the phone two weeks later when Mom called. “It’s back, honey,” was all she said.

IT was not lung cancer this time, but cancer had metastasized to her liver. Though she had beaten the blight three times, the prognosis was not good this time. I alternately raged and despaired, “Why, why, why?” Treatment after treatment proved ineffective, and my outrage intensified. She had fought so hard. I don’t know which ravaged her body more, the cancer or the chemo. The oncologist shared that chemotherapy was “a balance between administering enough chemicals to kill the cancer without killing the patient.” How comforting.

“Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints,” God whispered to my pain-numbed heart as I prayed one day (Psalm 116:15, NKJV). He was preparing me for what lay ahead. He was ready to release my mom’s imprisoned spirit; He was asking me to rejoice with Him over their homecoming reunion. A tall order it was.

Anger gave way to acceptance when hospice was called. Angels of mercy, they lessened both her pain and the family’s fears. I didn’t want to let her go, but how could I ask her to stay? Graciously, God gave times of laughter amidst the pain, as we all shared anecdotes around the hospital bed now in the spare room. Tender moments and recounted memories punctuated the bedside watches we shared as we watched her slip from this world into the next. Her last sacrifice: the family’s nucleus, Mom mediated between Dad and daughters; too weak now to even speak aloud, she forced herself to hang on long enough to see us all knit together by our shared loss. Reassured, she finally permitted herself to exit her disease-riddled body.

What has this to do with recycling? – A legitimate question. Adversities come in life. We can become angry, filled with regrets and self-pity, or we can choose to intimately know and walk with our heavenly Father, the Master Recycler, rejoicing in His abundant mercy and grace. People make mistakes, as they will, and our family learned from ours. God weaves beautiful tapestries from surrendered hearts. There is no waste in His economy; He can recycle anything – even our mistakes!

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Karen Deikun01/31/05
This is a very poignant story - well written. I was not sure how the recycling part fitted in with the topic of anger - and I think it would have been more powerful without the last paragraph. But I think it was well written.
Norma OGrady01/31/05
Recycling? thank you for sharing
Yeshua Bless

Crista Darr01/31/05
I agree that the theme of recycling is questionable but overall this was a powerful and well-written testimony.
Deborah Anderson02/05/05
Very heart moving story. God bless you and thank you so much for writing about this.
Debbie OConnor02/07/05
Cheri, this was a winner with me. I do agree that the recycling idea didn't get fleshed out completely, leaving it a little confusing. However, the story of your mom's cancer and your emotions enduring it was outstanding. I didn't find it before the contest ended, couldn't read quite as much this week. Great work!
Sally Hanan02/12/05
You could end this with, "If someone mentions cancer now, I think of another C word; the word, 'Come'. Come home, come together as a family, come to Me."
I'm going there to prepare a place for you
Jacquelyn Horne05/07/07
This really touched home because I lost my mother to cancer. You painted a great picture of reluctant acceptance.