Estoy reparando.

She had breast cancer. Confirmed diagnosis on biopsy. And, it was the tip of the iceberg. Well, tip of the iceberg or bottom of the barrel, either way you said it rang true. She once had her life together. You wouldn't be able to tell, by looking now, but she used to be important. Wore the fancy clothes, drank the expensive wine and handled herself amongst the best of the best. Tragedy, followed by heart break, topped with an abusive relationship, and that expensive wine was long gone. It was vodka now. Hard liquor with no other purpose than to forget and fade away.
Maybe she wanted help, and no longer knew how to ask. Or maybe asking for help would mean facing what her life had become, and it scared her. For whatever the reason, there always seemed to be something in the way of intervention on behalf of her diagnosis. Surgery scheduled multiple times only to need rescheduling on behalf of injury, or alcohol detox. She didn't always do it on purpose. Perhaps you can argue that the bottom of the barrel is really just that bad. Luck is run out. Perhaps it was her streak of bad luck, or maybe it was devine intervention that the night before surgery she drunkenly falls down two flights of stairs and ends up at the very hospital for her surgery as a trauma activation. The day of surgery, she is in the ICU rather than the OR, surgery cancelled. Again.

Did she do this to herself? Or has life dealt her too many blows too close together? Honestly, in the end, it doesn't matter. She still has cancer. And based on that fact, her surgeon, saw her hurting, and offered her surgery knowing full well that she would no longer be paid for it. Divine intervention putting her in the hospital receiving the help that she no longer needed to ask for and making noncompliance, no matter how subconscious, that much more difficult. She came as a trauma. She left with a mastectomy. But when she did, she was walking, she was sober, and she had a desire to get better.

"And she'll try to do better
But then she's too weak to try

But don't you know who you are?

You are more than the choices that you've made,
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes,
You are more than the problems you create
You are remade.

'Cause this is not about what you've done,
But what's been done for you.
This is not about where you've been,
But where your brokenness brings you to

This is not about what you feel,
But what He felt to forgive you,
And what He felt to make you loved."

(You Are More - Tenth Avenue North)

Much Love.