May 01, 2001 - 6:54 pm
Hi to all:
This was written by Connie Verbruggen from Wisconsin on 4/26/01:
"I wrote this story the day after I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I'd like to share it with you:
As the sun peaked up, I noticed a white blanket of new snow on the deck. But on this day, instead of cursing the cold, the April snow, I thanked God for the surprise of it all. I smiled at how yesterday this all would have been perhaps the biggest trial of my life, and the only thing that mattered....was no sleep, a sore neck, cold weather; bah-humbug. But no,...No, not today. For a moment I layed in wonder and awe of the beauty surrounding me and even choking me. How blessed can one person be? I said a prayer for tomorrow and a thank you for yesterday and today. I rolled out of bed, or rather, I carefully, gently crawled through the maize of limbs and turned off the alarm clock, whose hour had not yet come. I looked back at my bed of treasures....my whole life and its meaning lay there; snug, warm, comfy and peaceful. Though the snow provided a chilly backdrop, there was so much grace and warmth in my bed.
As was my morning ritual,I stepped quietly to the kitchen to make the coffee. I'm sure on this day, my husband wont much care that I could never make a half a pot....never could get that receipe right. A whole pot, 1/2 gone(1/2 full??)...this was his morning ritual---to dump the other 1/2 and perhaps curse me for not learning. But somehow, I doubt....No, not today, I thought. I carried a huge cup up to the computer in the play room---might as well check the net; get ready for work, plan my day. In the darkness, with just a tiny beam of sunlight, I walked down the hall--stepping on the lego's as I so often did. I swear my feet had 8 little round ridges permanently etched in them--I lifted my foot, picking up the lego with it that was stuck to its bottom side, and removed the red, rectangular 8 holed critter--which I normally throw across the room toward the box as I knit my brow-----But no, not today. As I entered the room and threw on the switch, there were hundreds more critters scattered across the floor. How lucky I am, as I kneel down to pick them all up and gently place these colorful pegged treasures in their box. How blest I am. Yes, yes today. Even today."
I was diagnosed with cancer on this day...one year ago (4/11/00). Since then, I've had 8 rounds of chemotherapy, and 6-1/2 weeks of radiation therapy. My diagnosis: Lobular Invasive Breast Cancer - Grade 4, STage 3; surgery needed on 4-19-00. But I am a SURVIVOR! Connie"