In November 2001 my husband and I moved into our new home. It had no trees or flowers anywhere on the property. In the backyard, a deck opened onto an above ground swimming pool. The backyard was ugly and hot with lots of concrete and rock around the pool. Two metal sheds sat on large slabs of concrete. My husband, who loves flowers and trees wanted to get rid of the pool. But I wanted to try to learn to swim so I convinced him to keep the pool for our first summer in the house.
The next summer I was only in the pool three or four times because every evening when I came home from work all I wanted to do was just lie down. I was constantly exhausted.
In November 2002 we discovered why I was feeling so badly. After a visit to the doctor and then a biopsy, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. A very aggressive cancer and my doctor told me the chances of my living ten more years were only 25 percent.
I have shared that story in other blogs:
That spring my husband took down the pool and began planting. It was therapy for him and something he could do to be close to me for the days/weeks I was too weak to move from my bed. He put a chair next to the patio doors and I would sit and watch him plant beautiful flowers and trees. He said for every tree he planted, I would get another year of life. Our property now has 34 trees!
My children teased me that they are going to come over and cut down some trees because he now has me up to almost 90 years of life.
The yard has remained a work in progress. Each year we said we have enough plants and each year we add more.
This is not only a beautiful garden – an oasis in our backyard, but it is a garden made with love.
My goodness! The garden is gorgeous! What a nice story to accompany it. And why not live to 90?! 🙂
Pictures do not do it justice! It is my oasis. I can sit there with my Bible or a good book and all the cares and worries of life just melt away. I’ll aim for 90.
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That sounds so wonderful. I need a place like that! What a blessing.
And it is a beautiful garden!
You need to come sit with me for awhile in the garden. I’ll call you today and we can make a date for that.
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It’s Breast Cancer Month – and every year at this time I remember my own story of the battle with breast cancer. It was in October of 2002 that I discovered a lump in my breast that led to a battle that thankfully, with God’s help, I won. People may get tired of hearing my story, but I will never get tired of being grateful to be alive – now celebrating 18 years cancer free. And a reminder to all my female readers: do a monthly breast exam.