Sunday, October 5, 2014

Miracle or Merely Coincidence?!

Just a short time ago I posted about learning of my mom's diagnosis of lung cancer. Since then, it's been a whirlwind of appointments and emotions.

My mother has been clinically diagnosed with Stage II lung cancer. Surgery is not an option. It's been determined she cannot live without any part of her lungs. She will be starting a combination of radiation and chemotherapy next week. Her life has changed, and so has mine.

For the most part, we're doing okay with what we've been dealt. We've made several jokes about her impending uphill battle. As they say "laughter is the best medicine". She purchased two cancer awareness bracelets, one for me and one for her. Each stone on the bracelet represents a type of cancer. A white pearl represents lung cancer. It may be petty but I now hate white pearls.

Any 'ole how, my father died of lung cancer in 2005. Before he passed away, he gifted me with one of his pocket watches. It was a precious keepsake. I had it for a couple of years before it up and disappeared. Couldn't find it anywhere. Then one particular week I was hit hard with tears and sadness, really missing my father. I just wanted a sign to know he was with me. The very next day, my hubby found that pocket watch. It was in our front yard. We had mowed, trompled, had yard sales, and played in that yard several times after losing that watch. Then what seemed like perfect timing, that watch was found.

Then, lo and behold, the pocket watch ended up missing again a couple years later. More searches, high and low, produced no results. I gave up and chalked it as a lost momento.

I had been really upset recently about my mother's diagnosis and it reminded me of the pain and suffering my father went through before his passing. It made me miss him and the hurt was raw all over again. The worry has been crazy and the tears have been heavy.

Of all irony, that pocket watch has been found again! Just two days ago my mother mentioned how she found it in her jewelry box and knew it belonged to me. I asked how she ended up with possession of it and she had no idea. She's opened that jewelry box several times in the last few years and never noticed the watch there. And now, when I've really been struggling, it's been found again.

All of this could quite possibly be an ironic coincidence. But I believe in signs from God. And I think it's God's way of saying that He and dad are with us, watching and surrounding us with their love. It doesn't completly ease our burdens, but it does bring some peace in this time of turmoil.


Masshole Mommy said...

No way, it was definitely a sign. I truly believe that everything happens for a reason.

An Apel a Day said...

I believe in signs.

My parents had a baby before me that only lived for 2 weeks. My mom said they saw crosses everywhere - even before she was born. My dad isn't even religious.

I'm sorry your mom is sick. Cancer is never fun. :(

Lissa Crane said...

Definitely a sign~ both times! No doubt in my mind! Some people call them God Winks after the book. A good read, you should give it a look, it would make you feel better about your situation. Good luck with everything!

Mandy- Read. Write. Mom! said...

I love reading stories like this. I definitely believe!

Also sending you some hugs and prayers. My dad leaves for Houston, TX tomorrow to go to MD Anderson to do battle with Accute Myeloid Luekemia. I know how much this sucks.

Michele said...

Definitely your dad letting you know he's there with you! Prayers for you, your mom, and family

rubynreba said...

Beautiful story - prayers for your Mom.

Renee said...

Put that pocket watch somewhere safe now and tell your mama to fight, fight, fight :)

Theresa Mahoney said...

What a fascinating story! I am so happy you have the watch again, and it seems to turn up just when you need comforting the most.

Prayers to your mama!

Unknown said...

Wow, I didn't know that about the white pearl. I have pearls and I love them! But if I were in your shoes, my thuoghts might change, too.