Breast cancer made headlines this week in my little world as well, as one of my best friends, Maggie, received a diagnosis of Invasive Ductal Carcinoma, official medical terminology for you-know-what. If you ask me, those words have a downright nasty ring to them, especially when connected to one of my dearest beloveds. Apparently, however, IDC is by far the most common type of breast cancer and, more importantly, when detected early, as Maggie's has been, actually comes with a pretty bright ray of hope and optimism, as it can be very effectively treated.
Back in January, as we welcomed the New Year, Maggie and I and two other girlfriends each chose one word to symbolize the direction we wanted to move and grow toward in 2013. We tossed around words like PERSEVERE, MATURE, ACTION. Maggie chose the word BRAVE.
Those of us who love Maggie already think she's brave. We've watched her over the years gracefully and patiently live with a number of challenges, proactively and successfully change careers in midlife, and effectively and joyfully raise three great teenagers, for years as a single parent.
Now, it seems God is giving Maggie a new way to be brave. Her journey for the next little while is not what she planned, and it's probably going to be an uphill climb, and sometimes seem dark as night, and scary. But BRAVE is a good word for Maggie. She has a warrior's spirit, and says she's looking forward to being able to say, "I kicked breast cancer's ass right out the door!"
Kick it to the curb, Maggie! Kick it down the street! Kick it all the way out of the neighborhood. Forever.
We're here to help you, all of us who love you. We'll be brave, too - just like you. We're right here beside you, to pray and love and fill in gaps. We're pulling on our highest-heeled, pointiest-toed, ass-kicking, nighttime-mountain-climbing boots, and - as much as we can - we're going up that dark hill with you, and we'll help you kick cancer's ass.
We'll carry a torch to light your way, and we'll celebrate with you on the mountaintop.