High School & Our "Senior Card Freedom"

When I was in high school -- it seems like three lifetimes ago -- during my senior year, the administration decided we were responsible and mature enough to handle what would be called a "Senior Card".

This "Senior Card" was the epitome of freedom for high school seniors everywhere who wanted to come and go without being accountable to anyone during the school days. The administration gave us the card for the second half of our senior year and the card gave us the freedom to literally to come and go as we pleased.

If we had doctor appointments, or jobs, or slept late, or whatever, all we had to do was flash the card in the office and our tardiness or absence was excused without a note from a parent or a doctor. That was so cool for us.

And, we took full advantage of it. Frankly, I was lucky to graduate from high school! I know I have the paper somewhere, but I'm not so sure the empirical evidence, in this case, is justified. If the truth be told, I don't remember showing up more than one or two times a week for the entire last semester. And since the school wasn't requiring excuses from a parent, my parents didn't have a clue.

Oh, the stories I could tell ... then there was Mrs. Hall, my English teacher -- I think from 10th grade. We were really cruel to her. She actually retired early because of us. But, that's for another time ...

Biopsy, Dallas, & Glory To God!

After three days in Dallas I was more than happy to get home: my son, my dog and cat and home all needed my attention. I also needed to catch up on my soaps. They were just starting new story lines that were down-right interesting!!


OK. The biopsy went very well -- all was successful. The doctors knew what they were facing and what kind of treatment I was facing. In Amarillo, the Harrington Cancer Center was the epitome of progressive cancer treatment and exactly what I needed.



My doctors were remarkable. From a stereo-tactic biopsy in Dallas, I went to stereo-tactic radiation treatments at the HCC. Every day the staff assembled my head into this device so the radiation would hit the exactly right spot. That white thing is a mask that was made of my face before they could ever begin. There was a back to it that was clamped down so my head could not move. For anyone who had issues with claustrophobia, the mask would have been a problem. After the radiation treatments, I completed two six-week treatments of chemotherapy via pills.

I was so blessed. God never took His hand off me.

Once in awhile I had a little queasiness from the chemo, and certainly I lost hair from the radiation and chemo. But in the end, God prevailed. At my second MRI after the last chemo series, the tumor was declared mush and the cancer had no cells left.

Glory to God!! The divine healing was clear to the doctors and every MRI since is just as clear as the second. My healing is real. The Father was faithful and would not allow me to abandon my young son.

Today, every time I have the opportunity to share this wonderful testimony of the Father's grace and mercy, people are encouraged because they too can be touched as I was by the remarkable and divine love and miracle that the Father showered on me.