So, I want to share something that has been a big part of my life for the
past couple of months and that is the battle between fear and faith. As you can
read in my about me page, I have a personal relationship with Jesus. He has
been the one to carry me through and to provide for me at exactly the right
moments.
Everyone experiences fear at some point in their life. This
is a revelation to no one. But there are certainly different levels, and that
is something I’ve been learning to deal with lately. I have never considered myself
to be an abnormally fearful person. Shyness has always been a part of me, from
my earliest memories, but not fear. At
least not the all-consuming kind. The thing is I tend to lower my guard against
attacks that I’m not accustomed to and start to think that I am somehow above
them if I haven’t yet faced them. I have learned how foolish that is. I have
friends and family that struggle with fear on a fairly regular basis and have
told me about their experiences. I never felt that I was better than them for
not having that struggle. I have plenty of my own for sure and just never
bothered to think that I might need to guard my heart against that as
well. Because we all know ourselves
completely at the age of 26 (insert eye roll
here).
Anyway, this all started a couple months ago. I started to
notice some changes that caused me to wonder about breast cancer. It was a Wednesday morning while I was
getting ready for work. I had noticed the changes while I was in the shower and
was now drying my hair, panic running through my brain. I kept thinking “how am I going to get
through my 10 hour work day with this weighing on me?” And then I knew. I got up,
walked to the side of the bed and knelt down. I feel like I always
underestimate the power of actually getting down on your knees. I don’t think I
ever consciously thought “I’m not going to do this” or “I don’t need to”, I
just don’t really do it. But the Spirit in me spoke to my heart that I NEEDED
to that morning. And I did. It felt much more intentional than a hurried prayer
out the door, with everything from my damp sweater pulled from the dryer to my
burnt eggs distracting me as I go. That morning I truly surrendered everything to
Jesus. My fear, anxiety, dread, whatever the outcome may be if my suspicions
were true, everthing. I got through the rest of that day just fine. I told my
husband that evening what I had saw and what I was feeling, and other than that
it was out of my mind.
The next morning I missed my alarm and had to eat breakfast
and put my makeup on in the car only to hit a 2 HOUR DELAY due to a jack knifed
semi. I did try to pray in the car during the delay but was feeling distracted
and my heart wasn’t as in it as it had been the day before. I made it to nap
time and then I did the stupidest thing anyone can do in this situation and
started Googling my symptoms. Well there was no doubt in my mind that it was
cancer and 15 minutes before the kids were supposed to wake up I started
SOBBING and COULD NOT STOP. I mean full blown panic, and at the same time
worried that the kids were gonna wake up or my boss would walk in.
As it happened, my co-worker walked in to ask me to cover
her room at the exact moment I threw my head down in my arms, the sobs barley
muffled. AND I AM SO GLAD SHE DID. She immediately came over to ask what was
the matter and I just poured out all the feelings, both embarrassed and
relieved. She asked me questions, gave reassurance, offered suggestions, and
told me that she wanted to pray with me after work. Do I have the best
co-workers or what? It was enough o get me back on track and reminded me that
God provides and loves on us even when we put our trust in Google instead of
Him.
I had been able to get a doctors appointment scheduled fairly
quickly and by this point had told my parents and grandparents (who live 30
seconds around the corner from us) what was going on. As me and my husband
pulled into the parking lot we saw that my grandparents had showed up for
support. It melted my heart to have my grandpa walking into the OBGYN with me.
Just precious. As we sat down, I could sense everybody’s anxiousness. I just
wanted an answer and so did they. I needed to KNOW something, just a starting
point. I had all these fears piling up from the unknown, from Google and I
hated that they were feeling that way too. I am so incredibly loved and I have
been so blessed by my husband and family that to think that they were feeling
that fear for me, the same I would have for them if the situation were reversed, killed me.
And then I just happened to look up, and framed on the wall
was a print of this verse:
Blessed be the God and
Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort,
who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those
who are in any trouble, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted
by God. For as the sufferings of Christ abound in us, so our consolation also
abounds through Christ. – 2 Corinthians 1:3-5
And my heart had peace. I quickly pointed out the verse to
them and I could feel the peace that passes all understanding wash over them as
well.
We came out of that appointment with two more appointments
scheduled for that day, which was both comforting and terrifying. By the time
we got home we were exhausted. We had 2 doctors who were unsure to the point
where they ordered tests but said that their opinion was that I was fine and an
ultra sound tech who denied me a mammogram because of my age.
I received a very reluctant ultrasound during which (I
learned later from a second ultrasound with a different radiologist) she pushed
much harder on my sore lymph nodes than she needed to (the second one got a
perfectly good reading without me flinching once) and she didn’t even bother to
label it so that when I actually did get my mammogram and had to show
them my results, they had to redo the whole thing. The only information I was
left with was to try changing my deodorant or detergent. Both things I had
already told them I’d done. I felt dejected, unheard, and embarrassed.
The day after the first ultrasound was hard. The first half
of the day I kept really busy. My husband and I cleaned the house extensively
which kept my mind occupied but as soon as we slowed down the tears came. I was
frustrated, scared, and depressed. Thoughts of "what if the worst
happens?" kept running through my head. I sat down with Josh, and as we
talked I could see my fear was infectious. We were both in a pretty dark place
when suddenly my phone rang. It was my nana. She said she felt like she needed
to check on me and asked how I was doing. I could barely choke out "not
good". She told me to come over immediately. We wiped our tears and headed
over. We were greeted with hugs and cups of tea. They held our hands and
prayed over us. We stayed there for the rest of the day, soaking in the love,
encouragement, and wisdom and went home that evening renewed for the week
ahead.
I ended up with a clean mammogram but still no answers as to
what was going on with me. I was frustrated and simply afraid of the unknown.
Why didn't anyone have an answer?! I tried to keep up a positive attitude but
it was hard. I wasn't myself. I would do pretty well at work with the kids to
keep me busy, it was the evenings that were the worst. My mind wondered so
easily. I eventually made one more appointment, hopeful that they would give me
answers and it didn't disappoint. I'll write more about that later because 1)
this post is already massive and 2) I would really like to go into more detail
eventually, in the hopes of encouraging others through these issues and maybe
offering help and answers as well.
I was absolutely blown away by the love, and encouragement
shown to me during this time. I received beautiful, encouraging cards, texts
from friends who I hadn't heard from in years, constant calls to check in on
how I was dealing with things day by day, prayers in staff meetings, and my
sister and brother in law even made a special trip to deliver a book on fear,
worry, and anxiety. The lessons I've learned through this experience are
invaluable:
1) My nana has used this analogy before but I've never
needed it more. She told me to imagine whatever burden I was carrying, in this
case fear, as a heavy load on my back. Then imagine God's throne and imagine
yourself kneeling down at his feet and letting that load slide off your back,
over your head, and disappearing. You stand up strong and free and full of love
and thankfulness towards your savior and ready to continue your journey. The
thing is, this is not a onetime thing. We tend to keep going back for that
burden, knowing even now how horrible it felt. She told me to imagine this
scenario as many times as you need to be it once a week, a day, or in my case a
few times a day. A hundred if need be, if it is what gets you to surrender that
burden to Jesus and be filled with His peace. I remind myself of this often.
2) Don't go through it alone. I tried to keep my concerns
bottled up, afraid to worry others and afraid I'd sound like a hypochondriac and
it did nothing but hurt me. I truly found out the depth of support that was
around me and experienced how it felt to be the one lifted up in prayer,
encouraged, loved on, listened to, and taken care of. I NEEDED it and they so
badly wanted to provide it. The people who truly love you want to share in the
good AND the bad. Let them.
3) Jesus shows up big when you let Him. As I think back on
the whole experience I can see God providing for me each step of the way. A
friends support and prayer, family calling at just the right time, a Bible
verse popping into my head at exactly the right moment, a card, a smile, a
shoulder to cry on. Whatever I needed, God knew and he gave.
Thank you for taking the time to read this long post. I feel
that my experience is trivial compared to the sufferings of others but God was
able to use it to teach me so much, and I share my story hoping to help someone
else. My love and prayers go out to anyone who is experiencing fear right now,
It is a heavy, debilitating burden and I pray you would let Jesus take it off
your shoulders, He WANTS to.
If you have any questions regarding my experience or how I'm
learning to manage fear please don't hesitate to email me. I'd love to help!
Love, Brittainy