I've seen "Gratitude Friday" around, and felt like doing it today, so here goes…
This week I'm thankful to God for so many things, but mostly that the spot on my sweet hubby's neck was basal cell carcinoma instead of the more dangerous melanoma. He had it completely removed on Monday and was back at work that afternoon. All that's left is a crater – smaller than a penny – on his neck – no stitches – just a crater.
My hubby grew up in Texas where the sun beats down on you like no other place I've ever lived. He played outside during the hottest part of the day and never wore sunscreen. As the weather warms up, the kids want to go out all the time and I'm scared. Scared that their pale skin is susceptible to what their dad has or worse. I'm constantly slathering on the sunscreen and telling them to dump the dirt (or whatever they've put in their hats) and put them back on their heads. They are obedient little guys, but have no idea why mommy cares.
I just can't believe that the C word (cancer) is now in our family. It seems too soon – like we're too young, but maybe it would feel this way no matter how old we were. And while I want to be responsible, I don't want to live in fear. Please Father, take the fear from me.