Christmas is such a special season of the year. It is full of twinkling lights, and the scent of pine and gingerbread. It is a time when Christmas music fills the air, presents are given, and childhood memories come flooding back as we spend time with family and friends. In this season, we celebrate the good in life and are reminded of what is truly the most important to us.
A week ago, I learned that my cancer count had more than doubled from the month before making it now nearly 500 (35 is considered cancer). It has been doubling for the last seven months. The doubling of these large numbers means that I will only have a few months to remain on this earth.
How does having terminal cancer affect how I experience this my last Christmas. First, I am so grateful that I'm feeling pretty well at this time and am enjoying daily walks or bike rides. Yesterday, we went to Zion National Park and had a pleasant walk by the river. Second, as I think of the meaning of why we celebrate the birth of our Savior, I feel overwhelmed by His love for us. Instead of facing a cold lonely death, I look forward to joyful reunions on the other side of the veil. Instead of sorrowing as my ill aging body fails, I feel excited about the prospect of having an eternal body that will be young and strong. Because of our Savior I know I will live again and be with those I love. Because of Him my life has meaning, and I look with hope toward my eternal future.
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