My father sent these Christmas Stockings to me years ago as he was sorting through his possessions when preparing to move from his house to a small apartment. These are the stockings that my mom made for my two sisters and me when we were small, and we hung them with great excitement every Christmas while we were growing up. When I got them from Dad I packed them away with my other Christmas things, and they have remained In the box since then.
This year when Papa Bear and I began sorting through the many boxes that we have had in storage for the past 10 years, I pulled out the Christmas boxes and found the stockings where I had placed them. I got them out to take this picture to share with my sisters, and I immediately realized that this was the perfect time for them to hang together once again on my wall. You see, this Christmas our relationship as sisters has become more important than ever before…
Last September it came as a shock to all of us when my sister Wanda, who is two years older than me, was diagnosed with an aggressive form of bladder cancer. Since then she has undergone two surgical procedures, one in which a tumor the size of a lime was removed from her bladder.
Thus began a series of doctor appointments, tests, and consultations leading up to this week where the reality of life with cancer comes to the forefront. As I write this she is attending a chemo education class at the cancer center just a few miles from her home in Minnesota, and tomorrow morning she will return there for the first of four weekly chemo sessions. Once these have been completed she is to to be scheduled for surgery to remove her bladder in hopes of eliminating the cancer.
My sister lives alone but she has a few good friends who will be there to support her, and her daughter Kari who lives nearby will be there for her too. My younger sister Connie and I will be cheering her on by phone call and text, and we will be praying extra hard for God to banish the cancer from her body.
We all know someone who has died of cancer, friends or family. Papa Bear’s late wife died from breast cancer. He knows the struggle all too well. But we also know those who have fought the battle, survived, and have gone on to live cancer free lives.
Wanda’s faith is strong, as is that of our family who surround her. Although Christmas is a hard time to be going through chemo her house is decorated for the holidays as are ours, and we are trusting in God and praying for miracles.
Three Christmas stockings hang on my wall, and across the miles three sisters in their 60’s are holding tightly to each other’s hands and hearts as we walk this scary road together. I will post updates in the weeks ahead. Your prayers for my sister Wanda (and her daughter) will be much appreciated. ♥️♥️♥️