In 2013, when I was diagnosed with breast cancer, it was a total shock. My mammogram the previous year was fine. I had eaten plant-based meals for decades, didn’t fall in the high-risk categories, didn’t feel a lump, so how had this happened to me? Just made no sense. When I heard the recommended course of treatment, I groaned! How could I who used herbs for healing now put chemicals into my body? And radiation too! I was told that I had an aggressive form of cancer that primarily affected women of color. Triple negative! What was that? Usually, I read everything I could get my hands on about a medical condition.
This time was different. I didn’t want to load my brain up with information that would mess with my spirit any more than receiving the diagnosis had so I said, “Lord, please allow me to be healed from this condition and please let me learn whatever this experience is to teach me and please let me keep my eyebrows!” Those Vassar brows as my father’s side of the family called them, that used to be thick and meet in the middle has been a constant throughout my life. I had supported friends going through treatment so I knew some of the things to expect and hair loss was one. I didn’t want to watch my hair fall out so a barber came to my home and shaved it. Ok bald head, not bad. As hair disappeared from my body I would check my face every morning and the eyebrows were still there.
With chemo and radiation finally done, somehow, the survival of my brows became a nod, a confirmation that the request I made, to be healed had been granted. By the end of treatment, I thought they had disappeared. I thought I could feel hair but after 7months of not being tended, I wasn’t sure. When I went to Simi, the Queen of brows, she didn’t know why she hadn’t seen me in so long and when I told her she was amazed. When she finished her handiwork, there they were, The Vassar brows.
God is Able!
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