A Randleman Christmas
- Teresa Randleman
- Dec 9, 2017
- 2 min read
Thankful to be in a place (the Wisconsin Dells) where people are smiling, laughing and celebrating. Yet, after being at the cancer center, part of me hates the self-centered, mind numbing entertainment of it all. But...but...before I could barely finish that thought in the noisy arcade...ringing loud and clear in my head I could hear Mom reprimanding me, “Oh, lighten up, Teresa.” I could almost feel her smacking my shoulder, too. (I love that she is still, in a way, always with me.) So, I will choose to look at it for what it is to us and hopefully others here as well, a Christmas present for all and family bonding time together.
I am so, so thankful for an awesome son-in-law who’s such a good sport, strong and wise daughters-in-laws, loving and supportive kids and smart, kind and hilarious grandkids. What a blessed time together! Soul fuel.
#747 Thanks for a thin blanket of snow this morning.
As I look back to the mammogram trauma, I can totally see His hand preparing me. God helped me drop my guard and see the radiology doctor as the compassionate human he is...whether I agree with his perspective or not.
Also, I was processing how to eat this Christmas celebration weekend with Tom’s side of the family and I can totally see God’s hand in that as well. I had packed cookies and other food to ”splurge” on for the holiday. Then I remember sitting in the waiting room at the cancer center with the sweetest older couple across from us. His name was Duane; I can remember that. She was reading something and said to him, “This says cancer feeds on sugar, so you shouldn’t eat it…Yah, right. With Christmas coming up?! Ha!” I wanted to butt in and give her some tips and strategies, but I didn’t. Cancer doesn’t know holidays; but it does know how to self-serve and feed itself…on sugar (glucose). Regardless to say, that conversation was a great reminder for me all week. Eat cookies and probably end up having a mastectomy or save my tatas? It was the easiest choice of my life...”cookie or mastectomy?”, “pizza or mastectomy?”, “Jesus’s birthday cake or mastectomy?” (He doesn’t need me to eat His cake to know that I love him.) So thankful for his strength and provisions already.
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