50 Days of Hope: Daily Inspiration for Your Journey through Cancer

by Lynn Eib

I consider myself an organized, well-prepared person . . . but I never saw the black ice of cancer ahead of me. It took me so much by surprise that I couldn’t even think how to react. I tapped the brakes and nothing happened. I still had cancer. I pressed a little harder on the brakes and found out the cancer had spread to my lymph nodes. I slammed on the brakes only to learn that the odds I would survive were less than the odds I wouldn’t. I was sliding sideways, out of control, and it was the scariest time of my life. Thankfully, I didn’t crash, but I did find something bigger than me to stop my slide. Actually, Someone. I slid right into the big, open arms of an all-knowing God, who assured me that He had seen the black ice coming. I prayed He would just make the black ice disappear so I could be carefree once again, but He didn’t. So I continued riding on the thin layer of black ice through surgery and six months of weekly chemotherapy, which included having to endure a drug to which I was allergic.