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Long After Cancer, the Dogwood Lives On

Planting a tree can be a wonderful and lasting way to honor a survivor or a loved one who has passed.
PUBLISHED May 25, 2018
Jane has earned three advanced degrees and had several fulfilling careers as a librarian, rehabilitation counselor and college teacher. Presently she does freelance writing. Her articles include the subjects of hearing loss and deafness, service dogs and struggling with cancer. She has been a cancer survivor since 2010.

She has myelodysplastic syndrome, which is rare, and would love to communicate with others who have MDS.
I am one of those fortunate people who searched and found a church family I truly love. Many of us can spend a lifetime and never find one.

For my first 60 years of life, I went to the same church. I attended as a child, but lost interest as an adult. I kept my membership until both of my parents passed, and then began to look for a church that suited me better. I have only belonged my current church for a few years, and joined after I was diagnosed with cancer. What a wonderful blessing this church has been!

But theoretically, my church – and any church – can turn my hearing-ear dog, Sita, away, thanks to the separation of church and state that states that churches don’t need to comply with the Americans with Disabilities Act. But I had attended several churches with Sita and never had a problem. However, I told my sister that I wanted a place to worship that not only tolerated my dog, but accepted her.

I honestly have never been in a church as welcoming as this one. Much smaller than my original church, everyone knows everyone else and we truly pride ourselves on being a family.

The wonderful congregation here has accepted and loved Sita, and considers her a member. She even has her own nametag! They have prayed with me through all my bone marrow transplants, which I have twice a year. They support me during the times my chemo is not working. They also celebrate with me when I am in remission and know that the precious chemo is doing the job!

The most recent gesture of this wonderful church brought me to tears. Our choir director presented an informative and moving service for Earth Day. She pointed out that our particular church lawn needed some trees. In order to celebrate Earth Day all year, she suggested that the people in the church plant a tree in honor of special events such as graduations, weddings and memorials for loved ones who had passed away.

The following Sunday, she brought a dogwood tree and surprised me. She and the church members planted it in honor of my precious canine and me. I had just had a book published, “Paw Prints on My Soul: Lessons of a Service Dog.” The name “dog” in dogwood signified Sita and my book. It was one of the few times in my life I have been speechless! I was really overwhelmed.

I went home and looked up “The Legend of the Dogwood” prayer. It had been a long time since I had read it. I was fascinated as I realized that in Jesus’ time, the dogwood was a great size. Allegedly, this tree was used to build the cross that Jesus was crucified on. The tree was ashamed and became much smaller. Each dogwood flower has four petals shaped like a cross. In the middle of the flower is what resembles a crown of thorns. At the end of each petal are nail dents the color of Jesus blood, according to GodVine.

Whether one believes this or not, the dogwood tree is indeed special. I always have loved them and their gorgeous flowers. As I reflected on this gift from my friend, I realized something else. The tree could be in celebration of my cancer. I know I will eventually pass, and so will every one of us. But the tree will remain long after my death and grow bigger and stronger. It is a true celebration of the earth, and signifies how everything goes back to the earth and grows again.

I think every cancer survivor – and those without cancer, too – should have a tree planted for us to keep growing and being enjoyed after we are gone. The earth truly gives back and so can we.

 


 
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