The minutes and seconds tick away on the game’s regulation clock.
Each soccer game has 90 minutes of play time in the 2014 FIFA World Cup. There is an added ‘injury’ time at the end of the regulation period. The additional minute(s) make up for the time when the play of the game was suspended to deal with an injured player. If there is no declared winner at the end of regulation, then, at this stage of the tournament, the game is played on for another thirty minutes. If after that time, the game still remains tied; the two teams vie for the win through a series of penalty kicks.
Last night, in a suspenseful show-down between two worthy teams, a shoot-out determined the victor between Costa Rica and Greece. Costa Rica scored all five of their penalties to clinch their historic win. This was the first time in World Cup history that Costa Rica would reach the quarterfinals. Greece came up short. One team lives on to play another game. The other team lives on too, but goes home.
Today, I made my way to Dr. Donde’s office. It was my scheduled, four-month follow-up appointment. Currently, I’m on a quarterly year office visit schedule with my oncologist in my year two of cancer survival. We talked about my recent appointment with Dr. Ritz and her recommendation that I see her again in six months for re-examination. Upon discussion and another check-up, Dr. Donde concurred. He believed that since the indeterminent tissue is in the same spot as before, we could wait and see if any changes materialize in six months. So, I live on. I play on. I keep moving and grooving in this game of life.
Am I in regulation time?
Am in the injury period?
Am I preparing for a shoot-out to play another day?
Having had cancer, it makes me wonder.
Back in 2012, I thought complete victory was at hand with my cancer story. Now, two years on, I understand that I am just part of a larger tournament in life where I live and play from one appointment to another as we work to keep cancer at bay and ultimately defeated. This time, there was suspended play to consider what some indeterminent tissue might mean.
We don’t know yet.
We don’t know the outcome. So just like the game between Costa Rica and Greece, my game must keep on being played with all the energy, gusto, and passion that I have through regulation, through the injured periods, and with the added time I’ve generously been given by my Heavenly Father and my God.
There may come a time when a shoot-out is needed. But, not yet.
Today, tomorrow, and throughout the next six months, I choose to play on. And I’ll do it with every ounce of my being on this playing field of life.
Thank you, Friends, for your prayers for me! Your cheering and support helps me, humbles me, and blesses me.