A good man is hard to find, and even harder to accept.

He met me like this.

He was my friend through this and more!

He laughed at my stripper wig and even helped me come up with a stage name.

I confess that I'm am guilty of whining about wanting a good man and not being able to find one.  I also confess to having been foolish enough to let several good men pass me by because I was looking at " the bad boy" " the pretty boy" " the popular boy"  " the educated man" and " the professional man". Now, don't take that to mean I get around because I definitely do not.  However, I have kissed my share of frogs looking for my Prince Charming.  Strangely, it took a life threatening illness, and the complete leavening of my life and all I held dear for me to recognize a good man.  He had been there for a year before I recognized him for what he was.  You see I never kissed this frog to turn him into a prince.  He met me as a prince, wearing the cloak of friendship.  He was the guy who called to check of me when I was sick, who took me out when I wasn't, how took off work to help me move, was willing to take off work to take me to chemotherapy, when to breakfast with me when we weren't sure it would stay down, offered to share hair products, shave my head, and held my hand even when I was bald, jokes about my new JJJ boobs and gets my stripper jokes.  Because I had met so many frogs and wolfs pretending to be frogs, I didn't trust my vision when it came to seeing a good man.  To be honest I am still a little afraid of it.  But IDE died that if I can face cancer and he is brave enough to face it with me as my friend, I would be Stupid to not kiss one more because he doesn't have warts or look like the other frogs I kissed.  I have been a lot of things, but stupid was never one.  I have my post treatment   " you are in remission" scans on Monday and hopefully I will be learned to return to work after being on medical leave for over a year.  I still have some healing to do and two more surgeries before I am at my physical new normal, but I'm getting there.  The rest of my new normal well, I'm still reading what God is writing about that. But I HOPE it includes the good man who was willing to just be a good friend until I was ready to see him as more.  







Be strong champions, journey on!