Clothed with joy right down to her feet

April 29, 2011

Sometimes the news of the world can take the hope of Easter
right out of you. Sometimes it's hard to believe in the resurrection.

And yet, this is how it happens: a woman, 38 years old, is
diagnosed with breast cancer and has to have a total mastectomy. Two years
later the cancer comes back, and her doctor schedules her for another
mastectomy.

She used to be a 44-D. Now, for the first time in 25 years,
she can look down and see her feet. She hasn't been able to do that since she
was 16 years old, and now she sees her stupid feet all the time. Every time she
sees them, she weeps.

Since the surgery, she's been determined not to let her
husband see the scars, the evidence of what was removed. For two years she's
gone to bed with a little camisole on, and underneath that camisole is a bra
stuffed with soft cotton.

But early one spring morning, on the first day of the week,
something inspires her to turn on all the lights, to take off not only her
camisole but also her bra with the cotton stuffing. With all of her armor on
the floor, she stands naked in front of her partner.

After two years, she stands, wounded and resurrected all
at the same time. 

Her partner wraps his arms around her and whispers in
her ear, "You're beautiful, just beautiful."  Wiping the
tears from her face, she whispers back, "Don't hold onto me!"
Then, looking down at her feet, she clarifies: "Don't hold onto me! Now
that I can see my feet all the time, I can see how much I need a new pair of
shoes!"

The two of them laugh and cry and believe once again in the
psalmist's song: "You have turned my mourning into joyful dancing. You have
taken away my clothes of mourning and you have clothed me with joy," right down to my
feet.

Comments

thank you...

Thank you so much for this!   I was diagnosed with breast cancer last fall, and this resonated deeply with me.  My physical wound is not healing well even after all these months, and the readings this week took me to some new places--Jesus still has wounds, and it is how we know and have a share with him.    I shared this article with my husband, and told him, "You're this kind of guy too."   There were tears in his eyes as he read, understanding.   I've been looking forward to Easter all winter, trusting there would be resurrection, and just maybe....a little hair.