Handsome and I enjoyed the most perfect week together. We relaxed, watched movies, and cooked on the grill. And ate ice cream – every night. I am so grateful for such wonderful time with my husband. We needed it.
But I’m on the road, again. And this morning, I got some heart-wrenching news. My dear friend, Leanne, called early to relay the results of a recent CAT scan and MRI. The cancer is back, and it’s on her liver this time. What’s more, Leah is having a rough time. Fighting a battle in her mind against a body that has betrayed her. Her scars are more than skin deep, not unlike Leanne’s.
A wise woman once wrote, “scars are proof that we have lived.” The wound on Leah’s body shows the hope of four babies and a mother saved by an incision. The gash on Leanne tells of a malignant growth reluctant to release its grip. But, neither Leanne nor Leah are at peace with their scars. The scars, however, are begging to tell their stories – stories about what it takes to survive.