Letters

During the bouts of cancer diagnosis and treatments, Rachel writes e-mails to keep her friends and family updated on her thoughts and spiritual walk.

Last one

November 29, 2004

Tomorrow is my last chemo. Am still dreading it but am strangely excited at the prospect of walking out of the chemo ward for the last time. I honestly have a hard time believing that I’ve made it through this ordeal.

 

My hair has started growing back in earnest. It may fall out again but I’m hoping that the halo of peach fuzz will continue to flourish. Ironically, my eyebrows and eyelashes have faltered in the home stretch. The eyebrows are still intact but thinner. The eyelashes – well, another story. I think I was so preoccupied with my eyebrows that I neglected to pray for the lashes. Little stubs. But they will grow back.

 

My surgery date is set. January 17th. Dr. McGregor will do the mastectomies and remove my port-a-cath (canNOT wait for this golfball to be out of my chest – it has never really stopped being painful/uncomfortable). Dr. Lennox is the plastic surgeon who will do the reconstruction.

 

Am so blessed in the midst of this. My God is bigger than all of it and walks with me each day. What more could I ask for?

 

much love,
rb

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