Inspiring Stories: Ingrid’s Story

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It’s my great privilege to have a dear friend share  her story of cancer survival.  This is Ingrid’s story:

My friend holds her daughter’s hand, whispering prayers as the daughter lay in the Intensive Care Unit. This young, single mother just barely survived an automobile crash. The man she hoped to build a life with did not.

Healing — of heart and body — will take many prayers. For my friend, for her daughter and for the family of that young man.

Two months ago, this same friend sat at my bedside, holding my hand, offering prayers as I awaited surgery to remove a cancerous lump from my breast. Physical healing began that day, as doctors used skill to carve out the fast-growing tumor, to dislodge a lymph node. With the news that the cancer had not spread, that nothing had been left behind, I whispered thanksgiving.

A plan was made for radiation, medication, therapy, lifestyle adjustments……and the healing continues.

I leaned heavily on my Lord and Savior in the days and weeks that followed, lean on Him still to understand and accept this new reality that has entered my life’s landscape.

Cancer.

As I lay on the hospital gurney receiving radiation, I felt blessed, because in the midst of my treatment and healing, I attended the funeral of woman who began her journey through cancer three years ago. She fought strong and hard, and today, she is a Survivor in eternity.

I cannot share my testimony of recovery and survival without thinking of all who bear wounds, who stand toe-to-toe with the trials of our earthly life and fight to survive, to recapture “normal”, or to accept that some things will never be the same.

Some of us receive a pink ribbon and a label — Survivor. And our bodies bear visible scars that mark the spot where MP900321107healing began.

Others suffer with wounds that are deep, too deep for a surgeon’s scalpel. Healing may begin, only for the scabs to be ripped open by new hurts, new reasons to ask “Why?”

It’s that way for my friend, bedside with her daughter. She has endured a husband’s betrayal, the loss of a ministry, the sudden death of a son-in-law, her own physical challenges, and now the trauma of her daughter’s injuries and dashed hopes.

And still my friend raises her hands in worship and I stand beside her, my own hands and heart lifted in praise to the Healer who walks with every wounded Survivor. We both bear scars, and we both smile through tears as we celebrate Our Father’s Goodness.

God does not promise a life free from pain, from loss. The truth is that nowhere in The Word does He say He “will not give us more than we can bear”. Often misquoted are these words from Paul:

“No temptation has overtaken you but such as is common to man; and God is faithful, who will not allow you to be tempted beyond what you are able, but with the temptation will provide the way of escape also, so that you will be able to endure it.”    I Corinthians 10:13

On some days, He DOES give us more than we can bear. Who can learn that they have cancer and not grieve? Who can hold the hand of a heartbroken, wounded daughter and not cry out? Who can cradle a child who will never walk, sit unassisted, play basketball, drive a car because a virus invaded his body, and not plead for mercy?

And who can bury a 25-year-old son and not question the One who holds life in His hand?

He hears and grieves. And He bears it with us.

I will exalt you, Lord,

for you lifted me out of the depths

and did not let my enemies gloat over me.

Lord my God, I called to you for help,

and you healed me.

You, Lord, brought me up from the realm of the dead;

you spared me from going down to the pit.

Sing the praises of the Lord, you his faithful people;

praise his holy name.

For his anger lasts only a moment,

but his favor lasts a lifetime;

weeping may stay for the night,

but rejoicing comes in the morning.

When I felt secure, I said,

“I will never be shaken.”

Lord, when you favored me,

you made my royal mountainstand firm;

but when you hid your face,

I was dismayed.

To you, Lord, I called;

to the Lord I cried for mercy:

“What is gained if I am silenced,

if I go down to the pit?

Will the dust praise you?

Will it proclaim your faithfulness?

Hear, Lord, and be merciful to me;

Lord, be my help.”

You turned my wailing into dancing;

you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,

that my heart may sing your praises and not be silent.

Lord my God, I will praise you forever.    Psalm 30

6e3ffef67cd2b76a1bda39656ca79794Ingrid Lochamire lives on a farm in a beautiful valley in northern Indiana. She is a partner in business and in life with her husband, Ken, and is Mom to four sons. Ingrid homeschooled the boys, graduating the youngest this year. A former newspaper reporter, she currently is a freelance writer and part-time staff at Elijah Haven Crisis Intervention Center, a domestic violence agency in her home community. A lover and following of Christ, Ingrid says she strives daily to reflect His glory in every aspect of life — on the mountaintops and in the mundane. Ingrid recently reflected on her journey through breast cancer at her blog “Reflections on the Journey”.

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11 thoughts on “Inspiring Stories: Ingrid’s Story

  1. Stacey

    Such a heart felt post. Thank you so much for sharing. Your strength and courage is truly inspiring. I have been blessed to see God’s healing grace in your story. My prayers for you all!!
    Many blessings to you!

  2. Tina Guijosa

    Ingrid, I love Jesus so much… Each time I read your stories, I can’t help but fall more in love Him. Thank you for giving us, your readers a glimpse of God’s heart, through your faithful writing. God bless you ~

  3. Emily

    So heart warming. You give me joy Ingrid, you make me feel peaceful. I have so very much to be thankful for in my life. There have been struggles and still are with my son, but I pray he will find a partner who knows the Lord and his life will change in ways he cannot even imagine. Thank you , love you!

  4. Aunt Lila

    Ingrid, Ingrid, here you go again starting my morning with tears…My prayers are with you and your friend as she “holds her daughters hand and prays”. My prayers are with you and a thank you for being such a wonder writer, and faithful servant to
    God, and I pray you never stop..Yes, you are such an inspiration to me, and yes I am one of your biggest followers..Love you..

    • Ingrid Lochamire

      Dear Aunt Lila, I love hearing from you. My friend’s daughter is doing better, but has surgeries and therapies ahead of her. And, of course, her heart is still broken. Thanks for following! Love you, too!

  5. Lidia

    Sad story, but glorious ending. I love the perspective from which you wrote it. I have to agree with you, in my own journey, I have had painful experiences that were more than I could bear. But it is also true, I never really broke down beneath the weight of it. Somehow, God had a way of making it bearable for me – and I realize that it was His quiet presence that helped me through those times.

    And dear Brenda, thank you for sharing your own cancer story. I never knew. I have a dear blog friend Elaine Olsen who wrote a book about her own amazing journey through cancer. Here’s the link in case you want to know more about it.

    You are a dear friend. Thank you for sharing about your life, and about Ingrid’s too. Though I have never met Ingrid, through your post, I feel like I know her already.

    Much love
    Lidia

    • Brenda L. Yoder

      Thank you so much for your words, Lidia and for the book resource. This was all Ingrid’s story, though. I have not had cancer touch my life, yet, although genetics says it probably will. You have been and are a steadfast example of making it through the hard times. Thank you for sharing here.

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