Here is another fact about September that snuck up on me... it is Ovarian Cancer Awareness Month. This is something in the past two Septembers I have distanced myself from. Largely due to the fact that most cancer-related things make me hyperventilate. I'm not super fond of calling myself a *survivor*. It is an odd identity. Ovarian Cancer doesn't generate the cute bumper stickers (Save the Tatas and Fight Like a Girl come to my mind.) Save the Whoo-Haas doesn't have the same ring, and teal isn't nearly as flattering for everyone as pink.
However, I did think it fitting that September will be the month that my port will be removed. National Ovarian Cancer Awareness month...
My port is a little bumpy triangular thing that sticks out just to the right of my left armpit. It was surgically implanted in February of 2010. It will be surgically removed September 2013. It doesn't hurt (although Turner rammed it with his head just last week and I have to say, it knocked the wind out of me) and unless you were looking, you may not even notice it. But I know it is there. It is the place where they took blood, infused poison and hooked up I.V's for several years. Now I'll have to *get stuck* like a normal person. I am thankful to have had a port during the worst of the worst, but I will not shed a tear as it is removed!
In a lot of really hard ways, but in so many ways that could have only happened through cancer.
Thank you, Lord, for allowing me today. I am grateful for another September. I hope I really am living out "Taste and see that the Lord is good."
Because He is.