Wednesday, September 25, 2013

A Woman of Noble Character: The Story of a 7-year Cancer Survivor




“She is clothed with strength and dignity.  She speaks with wisdom and faithful instruction is on her tongue.”  Proverbs 31:  25a, 26

Devastating News


Seven years ago, 36-year-old Heather Von St. James was at the prime of her life when she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl named Lily.  She was looking forward to the cherished memories her family would share in raising precious Lily—all the milestones and the joys of motherhood.  Three and a half months later, Heather’s plans and dreams were altered with the devastating diagnosis of a rare form of cancer called Mesothelioma.  How could this happen?  Heather was never directly exposed to asbestos, a deadly toxin that causes this type of cancer, however her father unknowingly brought it home from work on his clothes. 

With a grim prognosis of fifteen months to live and little knowledge about the disease, Heather faced a myriad of emotions including shock, disbelief, anger, and overwhelming fear.  The more Heather researched Mesothelioma, the more hopeless the situation seemed.  There appeared to be very limited options for her to fight the terminal cancer. 

The Battle Begins


When Heather looked into the eyes of her sweet baby, she decided that dying was not an option.  “I knew I had to be around and get to know who she would be.  Besides, my husband couldn’t teach her to put on make-up and do her hair.  I HAD to beat it.” 

Fortunately, Heather received excellent medical care and was referred to the world’s leading specialist on the disease.  She had a radical surgery called an “Extra Pleural Pneumonectomy.”  This procedure involved the removal of her lung, the pleura where the cancer was located, half of her diaphragm, the lining of her heart (pericardium), and her sixth rib.  The diaphragm and pericardium were replaced with a surgical gore-tex mesh.  During the surgery, Heather had inter-operative heated chemo—a procedure where chemo solution is heated to 140 degrees Fahrenheit and pumped into the chest cavity, swirled around for an hour, and then pumped back out.  The theory behind this procedure is the chemo comes in direct contact with the affected cells, and it is a much stronger solution than what could be administered intravenously.  After a three-month recovery, Heather had four rounds of chemotherapy followed by thirty sessions of radiation.  The effects of the chemo and radiation were traumatizing.  Heather describes chemotherapy as a roller coaster of ups and downs and the radiation therapy as feeling like a “slow descent into hell.”  She had days during her therapies that she could not remember anything. What she could remember was often hazy. 


 

Heather looked into her daughter's eyes and knew she had to beat cancer


Survivor 

The battle was extensive and agonizing.  Words can’t even begin to describe what Heather endured, however she refused to give up hope.  The road to victory was costly, but the outcome was worth it.  “Although it was the worst thing that has ever happened to me, it was at the same time the best.   It totally changed my life.  Mesothelioma gave me a new freedom of sorts.  It gave me the realization that I’m a lot stronger than I thought I was.  I learned to live in the moment by savoring the immediate and not worrying so much about things we have no control over.”  

A few years after Heather’s cancer treatments were completed, she discovered a support network through the Mesothelioma Applied Research Foundation.  It was reassuring for her to know that she was not alone as she came in contact with other survivors who understood what she was going through.  Heather then became involved with this community of survivors and activists.  “My friend Ted says, ‘Mesothelioma is the crappiest way to meet the best people’, and he couldn’t be more right.” 

Heather’s involvement in the Mesothelioma community became the foundation of her vision and purpose.  As a cancer survivor and an activist, she realized that her experience opened up an opportunity for reaching out to educate and help others who are suffering from this dreadful disease. 

A Voice for Hope


When Heather was diagnosed with Mesothelioma, there weren’t stories of hope readily available to her.  She did not have the access and exposure to social media that we have today.   Seven years ago, Heather didn’t know anyone who had the disease, however she is now determined to resolve this problem for existing cancer victims.  “Hope can mean the difference between deciding to fight and giving up.  If I can give someone hope and inspire them on their battle, then I’m doing the right thing.” 

“Dying to be Heard” is Heather’s campaign as she illustrates the devastating effects of Mesothelioma on its victims.  Her objective is to become their voice for hope through education, advocacy, and support.  Heather’s mission is simple.   She is doing everything she can to bring to light this disease and what it does.  “We associate the color pink with breast cancer.  Everyone is aware of breast cancer because of campaigns, treatments, and improved life expectancy.  Until people are made aware, nothing will change.  Imagine the change that would happen if the amount of people who are aware of breast cancer also knew about Mesothelioma.  That is my passion and why I do what I do.”


Heather with her husband, Cam, and their daughter, Lily


The Truth about Mesothelioma

Mesothelioma is a rare form of cancer caused by exposure to the insidious fiber asbestos that has been used in many products over the last century.  This deadly toxin is not banned in the United States and is widely used today.  Mesothelioma has a 10-50 year latency period.  Once exposed to asbestos it lays in your system, silently producing the cancer.  Mesothelioma is very difficult to diagnose.  Only about 2000-3000 individuals are diagnosed annually in comparison to the 85000 who are diagnosed with breast cancer.  Unfortunately, funding for Mesothelioma research has been almost non-existent.

Prevention is the only known cure.  You can prevent exposure to asbestos by educating yourself about the toxin and the products or materials it can be found in.  You should use extreme caution when completing any home renovations if your house was built before 1978.  Heather shares that there is improved medical care for treating the disease, “Treatments have come a long way in the last 7 years.  Surgery is still the most effective.  There are many promising clinical trials happening right now as well.” 

The Mesothelioma Applied Research Foundation has declared September 26 as national Mesothelioma Awareness Day.  This day has profound meaning for Heather as she strives to raise awareness.  For more information about Heather’s story, facts about the disease, and Heather’s mission visit her blog at:    http://www.huffingtonpost.com/heather-von-st-james/

To learn more about Heather's mission to raise awareness about Mesothelioma visit the following site at:  https://www.mesothelioma.com/heather/awareness/#.WMd0xfnyu00

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Friday, September 13, 2013

Reduced for Gratitude




“For I know that my Redeemer lives, and at the last he will stand upon the earth.  And after my skin has been thus destroyed, yet in my flesh I shall see God, whom I shall see for myself, and my eyes shall behold, and not another.  My heart faints within me!”  Job 19:25-27 


Landmarks of Faith


It all began with a girl not yet entering teens, terribly shy, with flaxen hair and blue-gray eyes. Unsure of self, a child meek and lost. Not long ago chasing monsters from underneath the bed.  One day, taking a leap of faith and choosing the path of redemption.  Uncertain of what it all means, a girl thrust into the broken journey of adolescence.  A life outlined by joy and sorrow, a legacy of faith marked by pain.  Why all this pain?  Entering in and out of the presence of a God so close yet seemingly distant.  Choosing a path of uncertainty, chasing falsehoods and broken dreams. 

Young adulthood is confusing, shaping identities, becoming seduced by the world’s facade of beauty.  The course of wrong choices played itself out until the Lord said “enough” and initiated the gift of grace, a father’s love for his prodigal child.  A testimony blossoming in the presence of God’s redemptive plans.  Feeling exhilarated with a new-found relationship with the Creator of the universe and the freedom it offers.  The delight in discovery of Christ and the power of prayer, yet there seems to be a detour in the making.  Isn't Christianity always about joy?  Doesn't God protect his children from failures and sorrows?  How easy it is to slip away, allowing the weight of worry and the state of self-indulgence numb the senses.  Bitterness is a slow deadly poison that seeps into the pores of existence until it deadens the soul and without realizing it consumes with apathy.  Endless longings for the way it used to be, yet stuck in a stronghold of defeat. This isn't the life I planned for myself.  “Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me?  Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God.”  Psalm 42:5

Reduced and Pruned


When life becomes too big with busy schedules and countless agendas to complete.  When the largeness of living seems to pull me along by an all-consuming tide, I find myself drowning and there seems to be no way out.  The Lord says “enough” and my course is altered.   The tide is stilled, and I am crushed by the weight of malady.  A legacy of faith marked by pain.  Why all this pain?  In my Job days, I find myself enveloped in darkness, confined by the 4 corners of my bed.  Disease ravaging my body, and my mind frenzied with fear. My spirit is begging, pleading for healing—prayers that seem lost in the dead echoes of silence.   The enemy of soul seemingly has the upper hand.  Once again, he underestimates the power of the Great I Am.  The God of heaven has a bigger plan incomprehensible.  I am undone.  I am reduced in my body, my life, and my spirit. I identify with Job as he laments, “Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return.  The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.” Job 1:21

I am brought down low, condensed to nothingness, and in losing myself I unearth the unexpected.  It creeps in my life gradually by small adjustments to my spirit, something I can’t identify at first.  My life is transformed for the making and choosing of the divine.  My eyes are opened, unveiling new truth.  With one excruciating step at a time I discover the conduit to supernatural trust while enduring uncertainty and disease.  Then, one day I come to find the bitterness and apathy have faded in the wake of my forgiveness and His sovereignty.  My fears and anxieties are dispersed by “grace that is sufficient and power made perfect in my weakness” (2 Corinthians 12:9).  My life is smaller, and I am overwhelmed with awe for the vastness of my God.  As it comes to be, I realize that I am reduced for Gratitude. 


“Thanksgiving  that Proceeds the Miracle”

                   
Gratitude is an anecdote for the soul, a gift from above, a concept the world does not comprehend.  Gratitude—smothered by the pull of selfishness, ambition, greed, envy, and lust for worldly ambitions.  Gratitude—seemingly lost in suffering—broken marriages, crushed dreams, bodies ravaged by cancer and disease, hopeless spirits, financial woes, lives destroyed by the weight of grief. So, how did I stumble upon this Gratitude?  Ann Voskamp describes the word, “Eucharisteo”, in her book 1000 Gifts.  Thanksgiving is a consecrated gift of grace and joy in the moment.  Ann writes, “Thanksgiving always proceeds the miracle.”  I am breathless at these words.  “Thanksgiving always proceeds the miracle.”  How did I not see it?  All the loveliness around me. The small things that count.  Beauty for the sunshine and a breath of breeze. Delight for grasping small hands and feet.  Beauty for simple everyday things.  Miniature butterflies sunning themselves on glossy stems. Belly laughs and lemonade stands.  Goldfinches nibbling on profuse sunflower blooms.    The cool crisp taste of cucumber on my tongue. Sunset reflections on windowpanes in a glorious blaze.  The sweet tinkle of piano melodies on rainy days.  So many things for beauty and blessing to count.   All these things are acts of worship because they offer glory to their Creator.  I uncover Gratitude for my smallest joys and for His abundance. 



Reduced for Gratitude


The tribulations of life change the perception lens and level the playing field for the work of redemption.  When circumstances make no sense to me and my Father is pruning my life for His purpose, I can be tempted to scoff at the injustice of it all.  God is patient with my contentious attitude as He lovingly unfolds His message for me.   When I think to myself all I have is these stinking loaves and fishes and it doesn't add up, the God of glory transforms them into an abundance of blessings and I am left with unspeakable Gratitude.  Upon reflecting my journey, I can distinguish God’s purpose in my life, a legacy of faith marked by pain.  Why so much pain?  God uses our pain for transformation, purification, and His eternal purposes.  All this pain and beauty, and I am left with just Gratitude. 

Gratitude is the gift in its truest form.  “Thanksgiving that proceeds the miracle.” The gift of grace.  An abundance of blessings to count for glory.  Joy for the moment.  The transforming power of “peace that surpasses all understanding” (Philippians 4:7).  My life is condensed and my vision modified for the gift and the blessing.  Tomorrow is uncertain but I have a choice to make of how I will live, with bitterness or Gratitude. 

“Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand.  And we rejoice in the hope of the glory of God.  Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope.  And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us.”  Romans 5:1-5




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