Second Opinion

Last week I went to Tennessee and got to visit with family and lots of dear friends, which was great! Mary and I drove over and stayed one week, had a busy but wonderful time.

While I was there I went to Vanderbilt University Medical Center and met with a doctor in the cancer clinic. He has worked at Vanderbilt for 29 years. My sister Diane went with me and we both liked him right away...very kind and soft spoken and professional.

I explained I wanted to get a second opinion, which he thought was very normal and fine. He had already looked over my medical records that my oncologist in Little Rock had sent. I also brought scans and path slides. SO...he had all my records there to look over.

He said that all the treatment that I had already received to this point would have been exactly what they would have done. That was nice to hear. We discussed the different options for fighting recurrence at this point. He really leaned toward using Tamoxifen only instead of some other meds called aromatose inhibitors. We talked about lots of other things also. He was not in a hurry...very patient to answer my questions. I really felt like the Lord had sent me to just the right person.

He'll send his recommendations to my doctor. This coming Monday I'll go back to see her and we'll discuss the options again and then decide. I'm already taking Tamoxifen right now, as she wanted me to "be on something" while I was going to the second doctor. All of these meds are to stop estrogen production in my body...because the cancer was estrogen-positive.

Physically...I'm still tired. I guess I just keep thinking I'm going to bounce back any day now but it is still slow progress. I walked a mile on Monday around the track, then I came home and went out to the yard to pull a few weeds for awhile. I thought it wasn't much but as the day went on I had no energy reserve left. The reserve was empty. I was so tired. So Tuesday and today I tried to slow down some, and it's been a little better. I just feel frustrated because I want to "get back to normal". I guess this is normal...for now. I'm learning to accept all the change and the limitations as part of this journey.

Spiritually...I'm working on the whole faith issue. When you get out of the active treatment stage and into the maintenance treatment time there is this huge question that no one wants to say out loud, but it's on our minds. "Is it going to come back?" There, I said it. Last week the Lord reminded me of the story of Peter walking on the water. Three points...(like any good sermon)... I need to not be afraid, I need to keep my eyes on Jesus and I need to not look down. All three are hard. I can't do it just by saying I need to do it. I need the Lord's strength to even do any of it. It will have to come from Him.


Paul said in 2 Corinthians 12:
"But He said to me 'My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.' Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power my rest on me. That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong."


I haven't quite learned the fine art of delighting in my weaknesses. But I am quite aware that I am weak and of the fact that I do not have any strength of my own. I call on the Lord, and He gives me strength for that moment in time. Hour by hour, day by day. Where else would I go for strength?

"O Lord, You are my strength!" Psalm 18:1

He always comes when I call. Holds me up one more time. What a faithful and wonderful God! Thank You, O Lord, for Your love and kindness to me! Thank You!