Yesterday I broke the news that I was offered a new contract, but it wasn’t the only thing I was celebrating. St. Patrick’s Day, March 17, marked my two-year anniversary as a cancer survivor. That’s right, it was St. Patty’s Day 2008 when I received the phone call from my gastroenterologist informing me that the biopsy results were in and I did, indeed, have colon cancer. And I was even wearing green. Talk about a turn of events.
Obviously, the day brings much reflection and thanksgiving. In ways, the two years have blown past like a freight train going past a hobo (as my dad says) and in other ways it seems like two decades. Looking back, things seem much worse now than they seemed when I was going through them. God’s grace is like that.
In honor of that fateful day, I’d like to repost what I wrote the day after in 2008.
There’s a saying that says something about life throwing us curve balls. Well, yesterday I was thrown one that buckled my knees.
For the past couple months I’ve been having some “bowel issues” that finally landed me in the family doctor’s office. From there it was on to the gastroenterologist and a colonoscopy. A mass was found and biopsied. And then we waited.
Yesterday, I was sitting at my desk at work, phone to my ear, my mind churning–I’m only 35; I have no family history of any kind of cancer; I have a wife and three daughters who I adore and adore me; I never drank or smoked; I’m not overweight; I have a book, my first novel, coming out in June–and the doctor is telling me “You have colon cancer.”
Curve ball. Big time.
“You have colon cancer.” Four words that carry such weight. Then he said things about catching it early . . . surgery to remove it . . . will need a CAT scan . . . follow-up appointments. And my mind kept getting stuck on I’m only 35; I have a wife and three daughters.
This morning my wife and I meet with the surgeon to discuss the options and course of treatment. I just want this thing out of me. It’s like an alien sucking my life away little by little.
And how do I handle all this? I don’t. I give it to God to handle. This one’s much bigger than me. You see, I realize full well that God knows my body better than anyone, and I know full well that nothing catches Him by surprise. Psalm 139 says God is an author. He wrote a story titled The Life and Times of Michael William Dellosso where every day–every triumph, every failure, every hardship, every mundane thing–is chronicled and detailed. And He wrote this book before I was even born!
This is part of the grand story of my life . . . we’ll see how it all concludes.