Day 2 – God watches over me


I finally wrote Day 2 !

Originally posted on Ambassador Devotional:


[The Lord led me to this scripture first thing this morning. I’m back to writing my devotional after a break for major surgery. I’m on the mend!]

The Lord watches over you – the Lord is your shade at your right hand;

-Psalm 121:5


1. First, let’s personalize it:

The Lord watches over ME. He is MY covering/protection, and He is at MY right hand.


2. Meditate, let it float around in our brains a while:

The Lord watches over me.

He sees me. He knows what is going on in my life.

He is with me always, as close as my fingers.

He is near; He is right here next to me.

3. Digest

The Lord cares so much for me that He watches over me. He is near to me at all times to care and protect me.

4. Quote

“When Jesus is my portion


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Anonymous called. So I answered the phone.

anonymousWhen I saw “Anonymous” in the caller id screen, I assumed it was a telemarketer. Normally, I let these calls go to the black hole that is my voicemail. But I was feeling fiesty, and I decided to pick up the phone.

“Speak,” I mocked.

“Hello, this is Dr. S. I am calling for SueAnn.”

Whoops.  Dr. S is an Oncologist who I just met yesterday. I was referred to her because there were two cancerous tumors found in my lymph nodes after my mastectomy.

“Oh, yes, this is SueAnn.”

“I went back over your Pathology report last night. Because one of the tumors is large, we want to start chemotherapy immediately, instead of waiting three weeks for the results from the lab.”


“Yes, we feel that we should not wait–this is your life we’re talking about,” Dr. S said. “I will have my office call you soon to schedule you for chemo class.”

“Okay, thank you.” I was still stunned and trying to digest this news.

“Did you say “speak” when you answered the phone?”

Yikes. What a pinhead I am. 

[Now might also be a good time to tell you about yesterday at the doctor's office. I got there early for the appointment; I had to fill out paperwork. I waited a total of two hours before I saw the doctor. When I finally did get in to see her, I asked as nicely as I could muster, "Will I always have this long of a wait before I get in to see you?"  To which she replied, "Well, I skipped my lunch hour today so I could squeeze you in."  Duh. Big Duh.]

“Uh, yes, um, I saw “Anonymous” on the caller id, so I thought it was a telemarketer. You must think I am such an awful person.”

“No, no, we don’t think that about anyone.” She laughed. I was slightly relieved.

I guess when doctors deal with cancer patients, they encounter all kinds of personalities. Even mine.

So I’m waiting by the phone for the chemo class schedule.

Anonymous. Yes that is what I wish I was after saying STUPID things to the doctor. Just Anonymous.





I underwent surgery the same week as Joan Rivers, but I woke up.

joan-rivers---photo-credit-charles-william-bushRoughly two weeks ago, I had major surgery: a mastectomy of my right breast and breast reconstruction. The surgery took 12 hours. Joan, on the other hand, experienced a  “routine” procedure in a clinic, and died.

My procedure consisted of removal of my breast (due to cancer) and reconstruction, which involved microsurgery. The surgeon extracted an artery from my belly, and re-attached it through my breast area so that blood pumps through the “new” breast and keeps the flesh alive. The surgeon recreated a new breast from skin and fat from my belly, and sewed it up like Frankenstein.

A drain runs from my breast into a little “grenade” looking plastic cup, catching the excess fluid buildup . I also have a drain on each side of my belly. I empty the drains several times a day, and log into a notebook the amount of fluid extracted. Drain removal will be next week.



Stitches run across my belly, similar to a C-section, where the flesh was cut from one hip to the other to remove the skin and fat for the reconstruction process. Included in the procedure is a “tummy tuck” which brings with it pain and discomfort. Most of my body hurts.

I woke up in the recovery room as one of the medical assistants rubbed my shoulder and told me the surgery was completed.  [ My experiences from this point forward will be the subject of upcoming blog posts: The roller coaster ride that is an average hospital stay.]

Meanwhile, Joan was to have an endoscopy, dubbed a “routine” procedure. We now realize that no procedure involving anesthesia is routine. Joan endured cardiac arrest during the operation, and though she lingered for several days, she ultimately died.

Heads are already rolling at the Clinic; investigations and digging into details is ongoing. A surgeon performed an unscheduled biopsy. An uncredentialed doctor was in attendance. Fingerpointing will surely continue. Newspapers and magazines will be sold.

If only the same care had been taken during Joan’s procedure as was taken with mine, she might still be with us.

I’ve endured aches, pains, discomforts, bedpans, rude hospital staff, and gross hospital food.

But I am so grateful that I woke up.




Day 1 – His Spirit dwells in me


My first post on my new Ambassador Devotional Blog. Pictures and Pretty-ness to follow sometime in the next month. :-)

Originally posted on Ambassador Devotional:

Today starts a series of devotionals I am using to become a better Ambassador for Christ. I am meditating on this particular scripture today.

But if the Spirit of Him who raised Jesus from the dead dwells in you, he who raised Christ from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies through His Spirit who dwells in you.                 — Romans 8:11


1. First, let’s personalize it:

The Spirit of Him who raised Jesus from the deaddwells in me. He who raised Christ from the dead will also give life to my mortal bodythrough His Spirit who dwells in me. 


2. Meditate, let it float around in our brains a while:

The strong power of the Spirit raised Jesus from the dead.

Jesus is alive.

The same Spirit dwells in me.

The same Spirit will…

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A tale of two robberies

Windshield-Wipers-in-Rain Robbery #1.

The intermittent windshield wiper was patented in December 1964. The man who created this invention presented it to the “Big Three” auto companies, General Motors, Ford and Chrysler. He tried to get the auto companies to license the use of his invention, and although they rejected his proposal, they began installing intermittent wipers in their cars in 1969, without paying him a dime.

He spent the better part of his life fighting the American “Big Three” and foreign automakers for patent infringement.  By 1995, he received $30 million from Chrysler, but had spent $10 million on his own defense.

Ford Motor Company claimed that the patent was invalid because the intermittent wiper system had no new components, but the inventor  noted that his invention was a novel and non-obvious combination of parts.

He spent decades of his life fighting for the recognition that he was the inventor of this product. He lost his family in the process because he was so obsessed.

This man’s name was Robert William Kearns; his name is hardly a household word.

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Robbery # 2:

Oswald the Rabbit was invented by a cartoon artist who was receiving 20% of the profits. The producer of the cartoon negotiated with the animation crew who worked on this project, and stole Oswald, and let the cartoon artist go.

Most of us would have reacted like the guy in Robbery #1: lawsuits and fights.

But he didn’t. Instead he invented Mickey Mouse–and we know how that turned out.

His name was Walt Disney, and he is a household name.

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ps. My mastectomy surgery is TUESDAY. I’m trying to keep my mind occupied :-)

Thanks for reading!

Heartbreak on a Sunday afternoon

heartbreak1A short story.

Tiffany and Mark took a detour and arrived at a shabby house in the country. The window panes were sealed with creeping ooze, and the overgrown lawn was dotted with weeds. Tiffany looked into the house through the smoky glass of the front door. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Her brother Bob stumbled to the door. His eyes had a look of surprise about them; he struggled to figure out who he was letting into his house. He stared at Tiffany for several minutes before finally exclaiming, “Tiff! Tiff, how are you?’

“I’m okay, Bob, how are you?

“Hanging in there.” He forced the alcohol-soaked words out. The conversation droned on: the weather, what car are you driving these days, how is work.

Then the reminiscing began. The house. Their father. The fear. The abuse. Tears filled Bob’s eyes as he recalled he punches their father threw that pushed Bob to the ground as a small child.  Tiffany chimed in, saying she felt so bad that she was powerless to stop it. The time that Bob was sick, and held the vomit in his mouth, even after he fell onto the floor because he was afraid of getting hit if he made a mess. The time Bob got stung by bees and his father hit him for getting stung by bees.

The siblings agreed that some people should never have children.

No one should have their heart broken just for being born.

And no one should have their heart rebroken 40 years later when remembering their childhood. Especially on a Sunday afternoon.