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The Fly That Wouldn’t Die

My eyes were blurry red from reading, while the muscles in my arms and shoulders burned from working late. Time for lights out. As soon as I crawled between the cool sheets under my comforter, my eyelids dipped closed a couple of times in the relaxing darkness of the night.

Suddenly, my eyes popped open to the sound of a loud, buzzing noise from something that swirled past my face. I knew that sound. It was a pesky fly. Why tonight? I threw the covers off and scampered out of bed, making a straight path for the fly swatter. This was no ordinary fly swatter. It had faced combat so many times that the plastic edges were tattered from overuse.

I chased the fly around the bedroom, swinging and talking out loud to the black bomber. He dove and swooshed past me so fast, that I couldn’t see him quickly enough to get in a good swat. 

Then I had a brilliant idea. I would turn off the bedroom light and turn on the small bathroom light to draw him into a confined area. It worked! I slammed the doors behind me, and with a smirk on my face said out loud, “It’s just you and me, my little friend.”

The fly swatter did little good, because the fly kept landing on the ceiling molding, and I couldn’t swat high enough.

Heavy Artillery

It was time to go in for the heavy weapon—my broom. I marched into the kitchen in my pink, fluffy combat slippers. Within a minute I had entered the fly prison bathroom. There he was perched on the ceiling molding, yawning at me as I shut the door.

With furled brows, my eyes squinted in determination as I cast a steely stare at him. The terminator had arrived. I swooped the straw end of the broom back and forth, but all that did was move him from one side of the room to the other.

Then, with slow moving precision, I twirled the broominator so the wooden end could poke at him. I poked until, oops, I chipped off the swirl of my freshly painted terra cotta wall.

There’s time for that later, I thought. For the next thirty minutes, I swept, poked, chased, and craned my neck to get the fly.

Sweeping in for the Kill

I paused to catch my breath and noticed I didn’t hear a noise. My eyes darted around as I thought, Where are you? In slow motion I turned my head to look over my left shoulder. There at eye level, mounted midway on the bathroom door was the beast. He was even bigger up close and personal. Without taking my eyes off him, I glided my hand over to the fly swatter that was resting on the counter, clutched it tightly into my sweating hand, positioned it like a baseball bat about to hit a home run, and yelled, “You’re mine!”

My perfect aim knocked him to the floor. At last!

I did give him a proper burial, though. I flushed him down the toiled and went to bed.

The Morning After

When I awoke the next morning and went to the scene of the crime, there were chipped paint swirls in three places on the walls, flakes of ceiling paint on the counter, and swat marks all over the mirror. I haven’t seen a fly in my house since then.

Overwhelming Interruptions in Your Life

Nothing overtakes your emotions quite as much as the news that you have breast cancer. It won’t leave you alone. You swat at all of the annoyances of chemotherapy, radiation treatments, hospital visits, etc. But, the real enemy, even more than the cancer, is the fear it brings. You can use treatment for cancer, but you have to kill the fear. Fear of the unknown, for your future, fear for your life, fear that you are ruined for life—all of these things can overtake you. Remember that you can stand strong, look fear in the eye, and eliminate it from your mind. You cannot do it alone. God will help you if you ask for His help. Friends and family are there to help. You have an entire community at MyNBCF waiting to encourage you. Take control of your fears!

Thought for Today:

“You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, ‘I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.’ You must do the thing you think you cannot do.”~Eleanor Roosevelt

Live Life,


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