It was 2 days after we got the news that my husband and I were expecting our first little one. I could not WAIT to tell my mom, that her first grand baby was on the way!

She cried, we cried, in the middle of a cafe, and it was one of the best days I think we’ve had together.

Then, she got the call  –  with the word that the world puts so much pressure on being a “scary” word.

Cancer.

And the tests were positive.

Stage 3.

positive, and they wanted to do surgery within a week, and start chemo immediately.

Next to my husband, my mom is my absolute best friend in the world, and though I knew God as healer, I was tempted to let my world be shaken.

The truth is,

I was angry.

For several weeks.

After losing my dad at such a young age to a heartbreaking disease that slowly took him away from me, fears filled my mind that this would be another battle we could get through-  but terrified that at the end, I may lose her too.

In that time, it was important for me to be an encouragement to my mom, but inside, I was shaken.

Thank God for friends and my amazing husband whom I could be completely honest with what I was facing, and not go through it alone. They gently reminded me that I may never understand the timing of it all, but that God was a good, daddy to us. That He doesn’t inflict cancer, pain or sickness, and that He is the absolute healer! It took me daily renewing my mind to that truth, where one day, I woke up, and had enough of being scared. My mom’s attitude had been amazing, and I was the one, fighting to stay positive, though on the outside, I was doing a pretty great job of putting on a face, running a business, experiencing an absolute heck of a time with morning sickness, and trying to keep my eyes on being healthy for the baby that would call me mommy in 7 short months, and make my husband a father.

Emotions.

Lots of them.

Were flooding my mind daily.

And the only way I could control it was to let go, and be.

To be in His Presence, and know God’s Character, and see His face through this.

Milestones and victories in life are not dependent on the size of the storm, but on US.

My mom had a choice, I had a choice, and  we chose to fight with the only thing we knew how to fight with, the Word of God.

September 1st, 2015 was a huge milestone, and something I had to keep my eyes FIXED on whenever doubt or unbelief came about my moms temporary diagnosis. The truth is, the battle was never hers to face alone, and had already been WON 2000 years ago. On that day, and many after this, we celebrate the WIN! Isaiah 26:3 became a triumphant scripture every time fear knocked, and the outcome was decided by what WE did with what the Spirit of God whispered to her everyday. Perfect peace, and CANCER FREE!

Tomorrow, my mom begins the final chapter of this battle, as she starts radiation every day for the next 6 weeks.

I wanted to take time today, to celebrate the win.

To celebrate the victory, in a hard blog post to write. One I contemplated writing on my business page. But writing has always brought healing to me. If her story, our story, can bring healing or give one person hope, that’s enough. 

We celebrated on September 1st with a Chemo free Party with close friends that had been by her side, and mine, at chemo treatments, surgeries, and meal planning, and checking on us both daily- which meant the world. They really were the “breast” friends 🙂

Also a huge thank you to our amazing church, Accelerate, for creating a meal train for mom, and being there to see and believe for the final victory, her Healing through His blood!

Blessings, dayna