Deanna Dewberry inspires

Dateline: Wed 05 Jan 2011

Channel 8 WISH-TV is what I usually watch at 6 p.m.; when I turned it on last night, I was a bit taken aback to see a bald-headed but still gorgeous Deanna Dewberry talking about her bout with cancer.  Then this morning, my friend Patricia Pickett, a sister journalist, sent the link to the blogs Deanna is writing, which also were referenced by Indianapolis Star reporter Tom Spalding on his Twitter today, says Patricia.

Here are a couple entries from Deanna's blog, to give you a sense of her wit, courage and above all, her faith:

From Dec. 17:

"I’m a journalist, and I’m not gonna bury the lead.  God is working through the chemo.  The evidence is clear.  As you can see, I’m bald as Mr. Clean.  We’ll get to that in a moment."

And from Dec. 23:

"Joy.  Unbridled, unmitigated, unquenchable joy.  That’s what I’m feeling this morning.  I woke up at 3:00.  It’s becoming a pattern.  But it seems God speaks with such clarity in the wee hours of the morning.  Here’s the thing.  God speaks with clarity all day.  It’s only in the the stillness of night, with nothing more than my hubby’s snoring as a distraction, can I clear my mind enough to listen to His voice.  Wouldn’t it be great if we could still the day’s disquiet and hear the Father’s blessed assurance in the middle of the afternoon?  I’m not there yet.  But at night I hear Him so beautifully – so clearly - calmly answering the questions of my heart.  And it brings me joy.

"My overriding question has been, 'Father what do you want me to learn from this?  What do you want me to do with what I learn?  Show me.  Teach me.  Guide me.  I’m feeling lost today.'  Well, actually I’m feeling lost most days – literally.  I have chemo brain and I forget everything – keys, shoes, my hair..."

Finally, Jan. 1:

"I was feeling a bit icky, so I stayed in bed and watched TV most of the day.  For the first time, I felt absolutely no guilt for getting nothing accomplished.  I lay in bed and thought about that.  It took my getting cancer to finally give myself a break.  Ain’t that a cryin’ shame?  God gives us permission to rest in Matthew 11:28. 'Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden and I will give you rest.' That’s one of many scriptures I memorized in Baptist Training Union as a kiddo. But I’ve never been able to simply rest in the knowledge that I’m God’s child, and it is neither incumbent upon me to earn His love, nor prove my value."

Says Pat Pickett, of Deanna:

"She did a presentation at the Catholic Business Exchange last year detailing her first two battles with cancer in her early 20s which was VERY moving. She has a very powerful delivery and is breathtakingly beautiful in person; one of those people who evidently, as my mom used to say, is as pretty on the inside as the outside."

I know everyone who reads this will join me in wishing her health and happiness and serenity in 2011. Many of us will now follow her blog as well.




Tell The Truth [Member] said:

Wow. I had no idea. Bless Deanna.

Cancer survivor here, too. Her 3AM observations are spot-on.

Chemo is like drinking gasoline. And once you pass the hurdles, and you're one, two, three years post-treatment, get ready, Deanna: chemo "fog." The docs deny it, but it's real. And if you handle it properly, it has its esoteric and funny moments. It's a whole new world.

I used to have a photographic memory, and a very quick mind for numbers.

Now, I'm reduced to writing everything on 3 X 5 cards. Five years out now. The fog is annoying, but I'm here. Kicking and screaming.

Deanna is a visible and effective observer of this wretched disease. What amazes me is:

Forty years into the War on Cancer, and unless you have crystal-clear insurance, you're channeled into treatment programs based on ability to pay.

The docs, hospitals and insurers all deny it. but if you've got the moeny for good treatment, amazing things are done.

It's ecnommic discrimination on the highest order, and it's criminal. But it's out there.

Cancer is a bitch, with apologies all around for that word. It's also expensive, and unless you have good insurance or catch it early, you'd better head for the Ritz-Carlton 465-Ring Hospitals. Or IU.

I guess I'm dancing around: Wishard does great work, but public-assistance hospitals aren't keen on spending huge money for heroic treatment.

Nah, we don't need no stinkin health care reform.

(Stepping off soapbox)

2011-01-05 10:50:15

varangianguard [unverified] said:

You're still sharp as a tack in my book, TTT.

2011-01-05 10:58:18

Tell The Truth [Member] said:

Tell my kids. LOL

Seriously, the chemo fog is a bear. But it worked.

Curiously, it had a numerical name: InterfuronFU5 with some other long chemicla name tacked on.

I, of course, renamed the "FU" part.


Keep smilin, Deanna!

2011-01-05 14:07:14

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