It all began when I had to start chemotherapy as one of my treatment options to fight cervical cancer. I could have been "tough as nails" but fear of medical procedures and the unknown were my weakness. "Are you a cervical cancer patient?". they asked. When I was admitted to the hospital to have a PICC line inserted, I felt like a helpless baby. I was rolled down to the stark cold operating room on a gurney, alone. Not knowing what to expect next. How do I distance myself from this terrifying reality? From the terrible truth of this cancer fighting matter? The answer to this question was headphones. Headphones and a Walkman. Yes, see, the auditory que of "Victory is mine" being sung by Albertine Walker along with other inspirational gospel songs in my ears is what this metaphoric battle field of mine needed. A battle cry of epic, high frequency vibrational proportions accompanied by lyrics speaking life. Declaring and decreeing victory over what medically and emotionally had attacked my very existence. Handel and English poet Jon Dryden said it oh, so well... "What passions cannot music raise and quell?" Like the power of God himself saying "Let there be light!". Ask me what my heart was made of? Never forget my answer... "The stuff that joy nobody or nothing in this world can take away from you is made of". In Almighty God's very image. So fear is quelled to non-existence. And strength, endurance, and perseverance are raised up out of the dark shadows of adversity. To tell the truth, its the great joy. The sweet, beautiful, soul saving joy that not only runs through the same veins as the PICC line once inhabited in me. Oh, but the same joy, (oh joy) joy, that is in my soul. #thesurvivordiva #TealAndWhiteTales
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