Treasures. I’ve been thinking a lot about them lately. There are things, usually small things, that warm my heart when I see them and fill me with tears when I hold them. Mostly because they remind me of something lovely. Something precious. Irreplaceable. Meaningful.
Which caused me to wonder just what the word really means. After some searching I discovered that the word treasure comes from the Greek word, Thēsauros, which translated in today’s English means – thesaurus. For word lovers everywhere, the thesaurus is one of our greatest go-to’s. Like a wrapped gift on Christmas morning it contains a plethora of more. More words giving us more ways, to express what we think and feel and love.
Looking back over our life with Lymphoma, is like rummaging through a box of seemingly unrelated items and realizing they all have one thing in common; memories. Treasures. A thesaurus of beautiful, difficult, challenging, and unpredictable words that have become treasures we never want to lose, or forget, or throw away.
I’ve shared many of them while blogging our way through cancer. But, this morning, my heart is overwhelmed by just one word that, when I press the key that unlocks the thesaurus, becomes many. Bud. I’ve been married to this man for fifty-two years. I should have learned everything there is to learn about him, but Lymphoma has opened up a whole new window into his character, his soul, and the heart of who he is. Treasures, lying under the surface of his character, waiting to be discovered along the path leading the way through cancer, all flowing through his name and giving me MORE to see than meets the eye.
Bud is a strong man. Cancer has made him stronger. More patient. More kind. More enduring. But, it has also made him more confident, more hopeful, more easy to please. More determined to finish unfinished things. More protective of who he loves. More committed to what he stands for. More faith to build upon until Jesus takes him Home. And more determined to build more memories to leave behind as keepsakes for the ones he loves. Like me. Our kids. Our grandkids. Our friends. And our kitties. Treasures stored in a thesaurus of words that last and gathered up in our journey that’s nearing the end. Bud, is definitely MORE of every thing I knew and More than I could ever have imagined him to be.
At the end of this month he will have, what we hope will be, his last infusion. Because Lymphoma is not curable, we will walk away from this season of doctor’s appointments, chemo treatments, and handfuls of pills, grateful, that for now, it has been conquered, and yet knowing it could return at a time when we least expect it.
And so life goes. Right? Expect the unexpected. Prepare for the worst and be grateful for the best. Gather your treasures along the way. Store them up in words that mean something. Share them with everyone. And make them count, knowing, that in this life, as long as we have breath, we aren’t finished. There is more to come.
Thank you for sharing this journey with us. For praying us through. For listening. For loving. And for rejoicing with us along the way.
Love and joy, Sandy and Bud.
They are to do good, to be rich in good works, to be generous and ready to share, thus storing up treasure for themselves as a good foundation for the future, so that they may take hold of that which is truly life.
1 Timothy 6:18-19