Cookies, Cancer and God

This past week, I went back to Artesian where I had my radiation treatments for my six week follow up. One of the parking valets saw me and got all happy! She told me she had lost my phone number and had wanted to call me. So, this is the story...

As I started my six and a half weeks of radiation, I found that the people I met each day (parking valets, front desk people, radiation techs, etc.) were polite, but just doing their job. I had to do this daily for 33 sessions; how was I going to connect with these people so I became a person and not just another car to park or breast to radiate!

One day, I asked the parking valets if they would like me to bake them some cookies. They looked at me as though they were seeing me for the first time. I listed off some cookies I could make and one of the guys jumped up and raised his hand to vote for the chocolate chip - thanks and all that, but oatmeal raisin just wasn't going to cut it. I promised them that one day soon I would bring them cookies.

When time and energy coordinated, I baked and the next day took them their cookies. The girl couldn't believe it; she grabbed me and gave me a hug and then hugged me again and kissed my cheek! From that day on, we were friends and chatted on a daily basis and she opened up her heart to me more and more. She, too, had a bout with breast cancer and lost her breast. She is a beautiful person and no one would ever have guessed the things she has faced in her life.

One day, I was telling her about the Tulsa Healing Center and how God was healing people. She told me about a friend of hers who had bone cancer and tumors in his brain and said she would try to get him to the Center.

Fast forward to my six week follow up. She and her friend had gone for prayer. He had been experiencing double vision as a result of the tumors, but that day, God touched him and his vision cleared and has been perfectly clear ever since. She couldn't wait to tell me about it.

I made cookies for the people at Artesian to open their eyes to me, but what God did was open this girl's heart to Him and through her, touched a man's eyes.

Making them cookies told them they were not just parking valets, front desk people, or radiation techs going about their daily routines unnoticed or unappreciated. As I reached out to them, God opened a door I didn't even see at the time. I was just being me. And God was just being God.