Being used by GOD

When you walk around bald, you get a lot of stares. That was me. I never could get interested in wearing a wig.
When you go through cancer, you have to make a choice: will you dwell on the negative and live in a pity-party or will you choose to look and find the positive?
It may sound cliche', but every morning I woke up and prayed to God thanking Him for letting me see another beautiful day. I thanked Him every night for another day with my baby and my wonderful husband.
And then there are things that happen to you that make you stop and wonder "Why did God choose me for that?"
One of those incidents happened to me. I realized that maybe I could help someone during this time.
I was sitting in the clinic going through my 5 hour chemo treatment when a young lady about the age of 25 or so sat down next to me and blurted out "How do you do it?" I was a little startled because I had never seen this lady before. So I asked her what she meant. She told me "How do you go through all of this and be so calm?" I explained that you end up doing what needs to be done. And then she got to the crux of her bewilderment. She said she couldn't understand how her mother could be so calm and accepting of her diagnosis. So I asked her if her mother was a Christian. She said yes. So I looked at her and said "Maybe she is calm and accepting because she knows that if she dies, she will be in heaven sitting next to God." She went on to explain how difficult it was for her to watch her mother go through all she has gone through, and now her blood counts were too low and they wanted her to have a transfusion. Well, her mother had refused the transfusion and this was tearing this young lady up. She, of course, wanted her mother to do everything she could to survive.
Then she got up and said that it was time to go with her mom to see the doctor again.
About 10 minutes later she came back and gave me a huge hug. She then explained that her mother had listened to our conversation and had decided to have the transfusion after all.
This was (and continues to be) a HUGE blessing for me. I was able to touch someone's life just by letting them know how I felt.
I believe that the mother was able to hear her daughter's side of this situation. Maybe she finally understood how scared her daughter was to lose her.
I honestly don't know. But I do know without a shadow of a doubt, that God used me to help someone else. WHAT A BLESSING to be used by GOD!