Today marks one year since I first heard the words “Merkel Cell Carcinoma” and the last time we woke up in the morning without the word “cancer” hanging over our heads. Because it has been. Every day of the last year has been lived in light of that one word. In my mind, I see it like a flag waving over us, a banner going before us. To be honest, though, it sometimes feels more like a neon sign: Flashing over my husband’s half-bald head, “Cancer patient! Cancer Patient!” Blinking above me, “The one whose husband has cancer!” Lighting up over our little ones, “Daddy is sick!” Almost every conversation comes ...
The Lord is My Banner
