I have a dear friend whose husband is undergoing a stem cell transplant this very day to fight a rare form of cancer his doctors discovered a few months ago. Turns out, because he is a diabetic, there is a specific protein used as a marker at his checkups. A spike in that protein marker was the red flag that alerted his medical team to do more testing, thus finding the cancer. His prognosis is good, very good in fact. As I shared coffee and a bit of an emotional visit with his wife recently, she said almost in passing, "for all the hassle of [her husband] being a diabetic, it may very well be what saves his life."
When I was diagnosed with cancer almost ten years ago, our midwife found a lump in my breast at my 8-week "well baby" check. I wasn't scheduled to have a mammogram for several months and there was no reason the midwife should have examined my breasts that day. But she did. They could very well have shrugged it off as hormones related to the pregnancy. But they didn't. And the pregnancy with my third child may very well be what saved my life.
After my first surgery - a lumpectomy - I developed an infection at the surgery site. Our doctor was dumbfounded as it was extremely rare for an infection to occur with what he referred to as a 'clean' surgery. I was on antibiotics for ten days before we could schedule the next surgery. Because of the Christmas holiday and a skeleton crew in the lab, there was a delay getting the results. This caused a delay scheduling the third surgery, a mastectomy. At the time, we were frustrated with the multiple surgeries which delayed the start of chemotherapy. After my chemo treatments ended we had a very narrow window in which to deliver Stephen before I began radiation. The last week before he was born Stephen gained enough weight to avoid going to the NICU. If there had been only one surgery on the front end, I would have started chemo several weeks earlier. Stephen would have been born several weeks earlier, meaning he would most certainly have had days or even weeks in the NICU.
We all have had experiences similar to this. Maybe not cancer, or diabetes, but what about the time you walked to your car and realized you had left something you needed in the house? You took those few seconds or even a minute to go back inside. And as you were driving you came upon a horrible accident, one that you could very well have been involved in had you left on time. Little things like a forgotten item, big things like cancer or diabetes, every day, seemingly insignificant, sometimes frightening or frustrating. May I encourage you to be mindful of today - and even thankful for - the speed bumps?