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Kara’s Collection: Waiting to Exhale

Kara’s Collection: Waiting to Exhale

From an article originally posted October 16, 2013…

Isn’t that a song title or a band? Whatever it is, it describes me well. I am learning that the challenge of the rest of my life will be to combat fear with truth. I know several things about my cancer after yesterday: some I knew, some I didn’t. My cancer is aggressive, my cancer is sneaky, it is present, but not accounted for in my body. It is simple to treat, and it is very difficult to treat. I fessed up about headaches, and I won a brain MRI. I don’t want to write that they are checking for brain cancer. That would just be too scary to write.

Kara’s Collection: My Darkest Hour

Kara’s Collection: My Darkest Hour

From an article originally posted October 10, 2013…

Evenings, for me, are my greatest struggle. In the early morning hours, I struggle with truth, struggle to have courage, and hurt deeply about my story. I have had three continuous sleepless nights. My weary heart aches in the night to remember the truths of God and His great mercy in my life. At times, I grow envious of the sound of my guy sleeping peacefully next to me. I sometimes want to wake him and have him remind me of truth and grace. Then I remember his chocked full days and servant heart, and I thank Jesus for the sweet sleep he has been granted.

Kara’s Collection: Combating Lies

Kara’s Collection: Combating Lies

From an article originally posted October 7, 2013…

Nearly four years ago, Jason’s beloved Uncle John was suddenly taken home to be with Jesus. Our family was in utter shock, and Jason and I flew out to beautiful Eugene, Oregon, to be with our family. There was a haze that descended that I am now very familiar with from this journey through suffering, although it was new to me at the time. We were all very murky in our thoughts and new to this sudden grief. I only briefly knew this special uncle. Meeting him once, one knew what an amazing treasure this man was. His absence would be greatly felt. John had a gentleness and care that filled a room with peace and love upon his entering.

Kara’s Collection: A week of only snapshots

Kara’s Collection: A week of only snapshots

From an article originally posted October 5, 2013…

Last week was an odd blur of anxiety, surgery, medication, and sorrow. It was the perfect combination to send a person into a stupor of a different dimension. I don’t know what to call the world I lived in last week, but I know people who have traveled a similar path will understand.

Kara’s Collection: The Dream

Kara’s Collection: The Dream

From an article originally posted October 3, 2013…

Over a week ago Jason told me about a dream I had in the middle of the night. He said I sat up in bed and had my hands raised and I was yelling, The walls are falling in, the walls are falling in! He said he held me and said, I’ve got the walls, babe, I’ve got them. I keep coming back to that dream. I think it’s the best picture of how I feel today.