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Sara’s Story

We've created this website to keep all those precious souls who pray for me updated on my progress.
My diagnosis is Stage IV colon cancer.

I post only big changes in my status and treatment here on Caringbridge.

For more frequent updates and to read more of my writing please visit:  www.savoringtheday.com



I am a 34 year old wife and mother of 3. I am married to an amazing man, Brian Walker, who is the love of my life and I believe he was made for me. He is my rock. I have two precious boys, Camden, age 6, and Scott, age 4, who are the joys of my life and my reason to fight. I have a beautiful baby girl, Anna, who has already gone home to our real home. She was stillborn on December 6, 2010, two weeks before her due date. It was a very sudden and unexpected event as the pregnancy had gone perfectly well up to that point and I have had no history of any problems in my previous pregnancies. After the stillbirth, I was tested for multiple medical issues which may have caused it. In that testing, it was revealed that I have some genetic mutations of my blood clotting factors, and am at higher risk to form bloodclots. I learned that fact 3 weeks after the birth. About 4 weeks after the birth, I began having a severe pain for a few minutes during the night on my right side, and it was very painful to breathe. I was advised to go to the emergency room in order to rule out a blood clot in my lungs and to evaluate this pain. It was during the testing to look at the lungs that several abnormal spots were noted on my liver. In other words, it was an "accidental discovery." This began the series of tests that have now revealed that I have colon cancer that has already metastasized to my liver.

The first two days home from the emergency room, I lived in extreme fear and doubt; total hopelessness. Understand I was not afraid to die for myself; I know my real home is wonderful beyond my imagination. I was afraid for my boys, for Brian, for my parents and my siblings, for all of my family. And then an amazing, miraculous thing happened: for then the prayers and the love began. My blood family arrived, and their strong faith in a good and loving God lifted me up. My spiritual family, especially my current church family at Brentwood Hills and former (for lack of a better word) church family at Vaughn Park, rallied around me in a way I have never before experienced or even seen from the outside. Through those people, God made His presence known, just as he had in that hospital when we delivered and gave up our daughter Anna. My hope returned. I have all of you to thank for that. To everyone of you who have prayed, whether I know you or not, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. God is working through you.

I do not know why my story seems to have gained the attention of so many. Many of you have been faced with much more difficult trials and suffered more significant loss. But if God wants me to use this attention in this time for His glory, I will do so to the best of my ability. I don't know what His plans for my future are. What I do know right now is that He only asks me to live one day at a time, and He is holding me up and giving me the strength to live that one day. I don't have to worry about tomorrow, because He is already there, and worry just ruins today anyway. God's promises to never leave us or forsake us, are so very, very true.

Thank you for loving me, for praying for me, for caring about me. You just have no idea how much it helps us all.