To God be the glory.

This past week I was asked to participate in one of the cancer research fund raisers. Both Peter and Cohen would walk from 7 pm -7am on the Tae Kwon Do team in the Relay for Life in Chestermere.

I had no plans to walk (someone has to be fit to do the dishes), but as a survivor I was invited to join the victory round.

I don't feel like a survivor. I had my operation, went home, and kept on living. I never doubted that I would live. I didn't do anything.
God did it all.

There was no chemo or radiation needed for me, not even medication.
The only ongoing problem is from the surgery itself: a sore arm, often swollen because of the lack of lymph nodes.

However, I joined in. It was true that others might be encouraged to see that cancer does not always lead to death.

The TKD team had also sold boards for the team to break. Almost 400 boards were sold. The buyer could write the name of a loved one who had died or was still battling cancer, on the board.

I went to the evening of board breaking.
Kids and adults alike were breaking boards with their fists or their feet.
Shelly, the instructor, asked me to break a board, too with my own inscription on it. She would not accept 'no' for an answer!

She announced it so every one could watch. It was special to her, because her mother Loretta, was operated on the same day as I.  We were in the hospital together. Loretta died two years later, but I am still around.

Then I had the opportunity to say something as well.
I shared what I had written on the board: To God be the glory! Amen.

And then I broke the board!
That was neat.
Thanks Shelly, for being insistent.