This week was a roller coaster of emotions for me. No one else would have known this…I'm almost sure. Although, I did tell me husband, but I never want my fears or concerns to burden anyone else. I really want to just be a light to others and not a downer. Sometimes this is harder than other times, and this week was one of those times. It started out with my usual work of creating jewelry and brain storming to grow my business. Wednesday started out great with a fitting at Levy's clothing in Green Hills. I appeared on News Channel 5 Talk of the Town Thursday so I needed to get fitted for the Fall fashion I was going to wear. Myself along with two other survivors of ovarian cancer were modeling Fall fashion and bringing awareness to Ovarian cancer. Soon as I left my fitting, ironically I had to leave there and go straight to Vanderbilt Ingram cancer center for my check up. When I arrived at Vanderbilt I had to wait for a little amount of time to get my blood drawn for my labs. For some reason fear creeped in as I was getting my blood drawn. The needle went into my arm, and it really hurt this time! The nurse said I was probably a little dehydrated. When she removed the needle it hurt even more than the insertion. Ouchie! After I had my blood drawn I returned to the lobby to wait for my gynecological oncologist exam. I was there much longer than usual and for the first time in a long long time, fear was knocking. The pain of needle prick seemed to bring back old memories, unlike any of my other check ups thus far. September is ovarian cancer awareness month, so for this entire month it has been at the forefront of my mind. The statistics, the negative outcomes and the recurrences so many women face with this deadly disease. I'm over a year out from my surgery, completed chemotherapy and radiation and it suddenly hit me that for many many women its between the one year and two year mark that ovarian cancer returns. I began to pray and rebuke those thoughts and the fears. I went on to have my pelvic exam done by Doctor Crispens, my Gynecological oncologist and everything seemed good. Now I just had to wait on my CA125 blood test to come back. It wasn't until the next day that I received my results that my all my tests were good and showed nothing alarming. I had a small little cry of relief and immediately went into praising God for all he has done for me. Wow, how quickly we forget in our fast paced lives just how far we have come. In that moment I felt the gratitude and love for Christ rush over me. Sometimes the knock of Satan on our door reminds us to always run to God in everything we face each day. This knock was my reminder. It tested my faith once again, but all and all I came out of it in victory. Praise God from whom all blessings flow!