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Season of Blessing

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ZONDERVAN

Season of Blessing

Copyright © 2002 by Beverly LaHaye and Terri Blackstock

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ePub Edition June 2009 ISBN: 0-310-86389-9

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

LaHaye, Beverly

Season of blessing / by Beverly LaHaye and Terri Blackstock.

p. cm.

ISBN-10: 0-310-24298-3 (softcover)

ISBN-13: 978-0-310-24298-7 (softcover)

1. Breast—Cancer—Patients—Fiction. 2. Cancer in women—Fiction.
3. Missionaries—Fiction. 4. Friendship—Fiction. I. Blackstock, Terri, 1957-
II. Title.
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This book is dedicated to cancer patients everywhere,
and to those whose lives have been altered because
someone they love has fought this disease…
and to the Great Physician,
who sometimes cures here on earth…
and sometimes heals by taking us home
.

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Acknowledgments

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Chapter Forty

Chapter Forty-One

Chapter Forty-Two

Chapter Forty-Three

Chapter Forty-Four

Chapter Forty-Five

Chapter Forty-Six

Chapter Forty-Seven

Chapter Forty-Eight

Chapter Forty-Nine

Chapter Fifty

Chapter Fifty-One

Chapter Fifty-Two

Chapter Fifty-Three

Chapter Fifty-Four

Chapter Fifty-Five

Chapter Fifty-Six

Chapter Fifty-Seven

Chapter Fifty-Eight

Chapter Fifty-Nine

Chapter Sixty

Chapter Sixty-One

Chapter Sixty-Two

Chapter Sixty-Three

Chapter Sixty-Four

Chapter Sixty-Five

Chapter Sixty-Six

Chapter Sixty-Seven

Chapter Sixty-Eight

Chapter Sixty-Nine

Chapter Seventy

Chapter Seventy-One

Chapter Seventy-Two

Chapter Seventy-Three

Chapter Seventy-Four

Chapter Seventy-Five

Chapter Seventy-Six

Chapter Seventy-Seven

Chapter Seventy-Eight

Chapter Seventy-Nine

Chapter Eighty

Chapter Eighty-One

About the Publisher

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Acknowledgments

Special thanks to Dr. Bobby Graham and Dr. Sharon Martin for being our consultants on this book. Your help was invaluable, and we couldn't have done it without you.

We'd also like to thank our agent, Greg Johnson, for the vision he had for a “Best Years” series, which ultimately evolved into these four books. He also had the vision to introduce us to each other in hopes of forming a partnership. That partnership has worked beautifully, and we've both been blessed by it.

And we must thank our editors at Zondervan—Dave Lambert, Lori Vanden Bosch, and Bob Hudson—for their tireless work to make sure these stories are the best they can be. And thanks to Sue Brower, who is responsible for letting our readers know that the books are out. This whole team does a wonderful job.

And finally, thanks to you, our reader, for giving us your time and attention as we spun these tales. Thanks for all your letters of encouragement, and for sharing tears and laughter with us as we've grown with Brenda, Tory, Cathy, and Sylvia.

May all your crises be blessings, and may you have many, many, many “best moments.”

I will sing to the Lord all my life;
I will sing praise to my God as long as I live
.

P
SALM
104:33

C
HAPTER

One

Sylvia Bryan
had always considered the words
early detection
to have more to do with others than herself. She'd never had anything that needed early detecting, and if she had any say in the matter—which apparently she did not—she would just as soon jump to the best possible conclusion, and proclaim the lump in her breast to be a swollen gland or a benign cyst. Then she could get back to her work in Nicaragua and stop being so body-conscious.

But Harry had insisted on a complete physical because of her fatigue and weakness, and had sent her home from the mission field to undergo a battery of tests that befitted a woman of her age. She had been insulted by that.

“I hope I don't have to remind you that you're a
man
of my age,” she told him, “so you don't have to go treating me like I'm over-the-hill at fifty-four.”

Harry had bristled. “I'm just saying that there are things you're at greater risk for, and I want to rule all of them out. You're not well, Sylvia. Something's wrong.”

She'd had to defer to him, because deep down she'd been concerned about her condition, as well. It wasn't like her to be so tired. She had chalked it up to the brutal August heat in Nicaragua, but she'd weathered last summer there without a hitch. For most of her life she'd had an endless supply of energy. Now she had trouble making it to noon without having to lie down.

So he'd sent her home to Breezewood, Tennessee, to see an internist at the hospital where he'd practiced as a cardiologist for most of his life. After just a few tests, he'd diagnosed her with a bad case of anemia, which explained her condition.

But then he'd gone too far and found a lump in her breast.

She'd gone for a mammogram then, certain that the lump was nothing more than a swollen gland.

The radiologist had asked to see her in his office.

Jim Montgomery was one of Harry's roommates in medical school, and he came into the room holding her film. He'd always had an annoying way of pleating his brows and looking deeply concerned, whether he really was or not. He wore that expression now as he quietly took his seat behind his desk and clipped the mammogram film onto the light box behind him.

Sylvia wasn't in the mood for theatrics. “Okay, Jim. I know you want to be thorough and everything for Harry's sake, but my problem has already been diagnosed. I'm badly anemic, which explains all my fatigue. So you can relax and quit looking for some terminal disease.”

Jim turned on the light box and studied the breast on the film. With his pencil, he pointed to a white area. “Sylvia, you have a suspicious mass in your left breast.”

Sylvia stiffened. “What does that mean…‘a suspicious mass'?”

“It means that there's a tumor there. It's about three centimeters. Right here in the upper outer aspect of your left breast.” He made an imaginary circle over the film with his pencil.

Sylvia got up and moved closer to the film, staring at the offensive blob. She studied it objectively, as if looking at some other woman's X ray. It couldn't be hers. Wouldn't she have known if something that ominous lay hidden in her breast tissue? “Are you sure you didn't get my film mixed up with someone else's?”

“Of course I'm sure.” He tipped his head back and studied the mass through the bottom of his glasses. “Sylvia, do you do self breast exams?”

She felt as if she'd been caught neglecting her homework. “Well, I used to try. But mine are pretty dense, and I always felt lumps that turned out to be nothing. I finally gave it up.”

“Not a good idea. Especially with your history.”

She knew he was right. Her mother had died of breast cancer when Sylvia was twenty-four. She should have known better than to neglect those self-exams. But she had been so busy for the last couple of years, and hadn't had that much time to think about herself.

“Well, I have tried to have mammograms every year since I turned forty…” Her voice trailed off. “Except for the last couple of years when I've been out of the country.”

“Well, it seems that the last couple of years were what really mattered.”

She looked at him, trying to read the frown on his face. “But it's okay, isn't it? You can tell if it looks malignant…”

He looked down at her chart and made a notation. “You need to get a biopsy tomorrow, if possible.”

The fact that he'd averted his eyes alarmed her. “You just evaded my question, Jim. And you know Harry is going to want to know. Does it look malignant to you or not?”

He leaned back in his chair, crossing his hands over his stomach. The frown wrinkling his brow didn't look quite so melodramatic now.

She set her mouth. “Be straight with me, Jim. You see these things all the time. I want the truth.”

“All right, Sylvia.” He sighed and took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes. “It does have the characteristics of a malignancy.”

For a moment she just stood there, wishing she hadn't pressed the issue. Malignancy meant cancer, and cancer meant surgery, and then chemotherapy and radiation and her hair falling out and pain and depression and hospice care and death.

Her mouth went dry, and she wished she'd brought her bottled water in from the car. She wondered what time it was. She had to get to the cleaners before it closed.

Her hands felt like ice, so she slid them into the pockets of her blazer to warm them. “Come on, Jim. I don't have cancer. I've been tired, that's all, and they already figured out it's from anemia. There is no possibility that I have breast cancer. None. Zilch.”

“Sylvia, you have to get this biopsied as soon as possible.”

“Okay.” She looked down at her blazer and dusted a piece of lint off. “Fine. I'll get the biopsy, but I'm not worried about it at all.”

“Good.” But he still wore the frown that said it wasn't good. He turned and jerked the film out of the light box. “And you're probably right. But if it is cancer, you may have detected it early enough that you'll have an excellent prognosis.”

As Sylvia drove home, she realized that, along with
early detection
, she hated the word
prognosis
. It was not a word she'd ever expected to have uttered about her own body. This was just a minor inconvenience, she thought. She did not have time to be sick. The Lord knew how hard she worked for him in Nicaragua, and how much the children in the orphanage there needed her. They were probably already grieving her absence.

The Lord surely wouldn't cut her work off when she'd been bearing so much fruit. He cut off barren branches and pruned those who needed to bear more. But when she spent her life giving and serving, wouldn't he want her work to continue?

So she determined to push the news out of her mind until she'd actually had the biopsy. She knew in her heart that the mass was benign.

And if the biopsy proved her wrong, she would deal with it then.

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