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Facing My Fears
By Cecil Murphey
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"It's cancer," Shirley said.
She'd carefully performed monthly self-examinations and had yearly mammograms. Shirley knew she had breast cancer before the doctor confirmed it. She discovered the lump herself, but the mammogram didn't detect it. A month later, she felt intense pain in her right breast. A further visit to the doctor and an ultrasound confirmed she did have stage IV breast cancer.
Shirley reminded me that her father, and more recently her only sister, had died of cancer. So had a number of cousins and an aunt. That placed her in the high-risk category. Years earlier, she'd tried to make a joke out of it by saying, "In our family, we grow things—internally."
After she finished telling me the details, both of us cried, hugged, prayed, and talked a little, but neither faced the real issues that troubled us. Her cancer was invasive and had spread into the lymph glands. Shirley would have to undergo a radical mastectomy, followed by chemotherapy.
But what if …? I stopped myself from finishing the thought, even as I fervently asked God to spare her.
I tried to be supportive—and that meant I pushed aside my emotions. To face my fear of losing Shirley seemed selfish. She was the one who hurt, the one whose life was in danger, and I needed to focus on her.
I tried to come across as brave and self-assured. I didn't realize that I cheated Shirley out of the opportunity to see my turmoil and to share that with her.
"You have to open up to her," my best friend said. "She needs to know you're also hurting. She needs to know you're scared, and she needs to see your vulnerability."
I agreed. Although it wasn't easy, I determined I'd let her know how I felt. On August 30, 1999, four days before the mastectomy, I finally said to Shirley, "We need to talk."
As I continued to hold her in those moments of naked emotion, comfort erased our fears. Because we'd looked into the face of each possibility, we knew God would enable us to cope.
We went into the bedroom and sat down side by side. I took her hand and gazed into her blue eyes. "I'm scared," I confessed. "I'm afraid of losing you." Tears slid down my cheeks, and I couldn't push out any more words.
I slipped my arm around her shoulders. For several minutes we held tightly to each other in silence.
"I'm scared too," Shirley finally whispered. As she talked, she paused several times to wipe away her tears.
While it seems inconceivable, until that moment I had no idea that Shirley had been afraid of dying. I'd been so focused on being strong, I was unaware of her feelings.
Our fears didn't vanish, but I'd finally said the words aloud. If not consolation, at least I felt relief.
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