After Libby’s surgery and the subsequent news from her surgeon that the lymph nodes tested positive for cancer, our oncologist wanted to run some scans to see if the cancer had spread. Eventually we received the news that even though the cancer had migrated beyond the surgical area it was still relatively small and therefore unable to be detected by the scans, in addition, that microscopic size increased the odds of the cancer being destroyed or at least controlled by the chemotherapy.
Libby and I were finally to breathe a sign of relief giving us both the chance to look up and take stock of our situation, but in spite of everything that she had been through, Libby’s character and countenance never changed whether the news we received was good or bad she would say, “Well this is my new journey now and we will just have to trust God. So what’s next?”
Libby had been wanting to go see her mom and dad for a while and so with this short medical reprieve, she and her sister Kathy went to La Grange, GA to see their parents for the weekend. Their dad had been diagnosed with cancer and ironically there was a point in which Libby, her mom and her dad were all being treated for cancer simultaneously.
By LIbby Gilley — Oct 19, 2008 8:28pm
Dear Friends and Family,
I don’t know where to begin to tell you how much all your notes of encouragement and kind words in this guest book have meant to me and Barry. We have the sweetest support group in all the world and I believe you all have truly been the hands and feet of Christ embracing us in this difficult season. We have felt so loved and I can say, without any hesitation, that I have felt perfect peace and I know it is because of your prayers to the Father on my behalf. Prayer truly does make all the difference. When Dr Schlabach called on Friday to see that my scans were good, all I could say was, “Thank you Jesus. “
As many of you know I got to see my parents this weekend but I told Mom not to tell dad that I was on my way to see him, just in case something happened at the last-minute and I didn’t get to go. When my sister and I walked in, Dad looked as though he had seen a ghost and he said, “You are a sight for sore eyes”.
Our visit was wonderful and it really encouraged my mom and dad who, I think, had both had been a little depressed, but after we spent time talking and encouraging each other in the Lord, I believe we all left with spirits high and the determination to run this life race with all the passion to please our Lord and feel His pleasure!
We love you all so much. Please keep praying!!