The intermittent sensations – not strong enough to call pains – in my bones have increased in number over recent months. I feel them in my ribs, my left arm, my pubic bone, my cheek bones, and one spot on my spine. I'll discuss it with my oncologist during my routine visit next week. But the dull aches in my breasts – even the fake one – started just a couple of weeks ago. My quick prayer out the door as I headed to my mammogram appointment was that anything abnormal would be detected. Short. Concise. Probably nothing like the story I’m about to share.
I wasn’t worried. I’m not really a worrier by nature, despite the fact that I have occasional anxiety…mostly when I first wake up or when doing something labeled fun but isn’t part of my routine. I actually started crying in line to board a cruise ship six weeks ago because it was outside of the norm for me. Guess that means I should either stop going on expeditions entirely or begin doing them a lot more often. If time and money were in abundance, I’d definitely force myself to choose the latter.
I arrived at the hospital for my appointment in plenty of time, filled out my paperwork, and waited for the mammogram tech to call me back. Not long after I sat down an older woman entered the room and glanced at the table of clipboards. Looking down at the different forms she asked aloud what she was to complete. I was the only other person in the room so I got up and handed her what she needed. As I returned to my seat I asked her if all was well, or something to that effect. She smiled sweetly and simply responded, “Well….” and kind of laughed. Something about her seemed familiar. I told her, “I’m sorry. I guess not. But you’re still smiling,”I acknowledged.
Once she sat down I could see her face. I didn’t recognize her features, but strange to say I knew her spirit. “This question may sound out of left field,” I began, “but were, or are, you and your husband missionaries?”
Her face brightened, “Yes!” she exclaimed.
As I peered into her eyes I told her how we had met in that same waiting room a year or two earlier. “You were on furlough and your husband was having tests for prostate cancer,” I recounted.
She remembered part of my story as well and soon we were both called back to change into our gowns. Once seated again I got reacquainted with Sandi who shared with me her journey from the previous year. The day we first met she went on to be diagnosed with stage 3C breast cancer. She believed that the timing of her coming home from South Africa where she served on the mission field was God’s divine providence. Her entire story, which I wish I could share here (maybe in a future book?) had God’s fingerprints all over it. She smiled as she said, “I tell people this cancer has been a gift. A true gift.”
We continued chatting without a break between our words when one of the techs approached us and told Sandi, “I’m sorry for the delay, but you were scheduled to have your mammogram test at the other location and are supposed to be there.” “No she’s not!” I interjected and laughed. Sandi and I knew she was right where she was meant to be, so we could run into each other again. Thankfully, they were able to work her in so she didn’t have to leave or wait much longer.
“I’ve often wondered about you,” Sandi shared. “And this morning I nearly prayed that God would let me see you again.” I told her she apparently didn’t need to pray about it because the Lord knew her heart and answered it anyway.
What are the chances? That we’d both be back to the same office, on the same day, at the same time, more than a year later? Especially when she was actually scheduled to go elsewhere?
She gave me her contact information so we could remain in touch. Our oncologist (we discovered we have the same one) had told Sandi about my book, so I promised I’d mail her a copy.
I can’t say I know why God had us meet more than a year ago or again today. Maybe I’ll know in the future. Maybe I won’t. But each encounter convinced me they weren’t chance meetings…no…they were heavenly orchestrated.
Before I left with an "all clear" from the tech Sandi stood and hugged me as she whispered, “I know I love you.”
"A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for a time of adversity." ~ Proverbs 17:17
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