Yesterday afternoon, my husband and I were privileged to spend a few short hours in our local children's hospital's PICU unit, where a friend of ours awaited his back-to-round-one chemo treatment. In a few short days, he had transitioned from the amazingly awesome R word (Remission) to the ugly R word anyone with a life-threatening illness dreads to hear: Relapse.
I felt blessed to be there, partly because this family opened up to us and became fast friends right away when we arrived in South Texas knowing no one. I wanted in some small way to return the priceless support they gave us in our own transition.
And partly because I was amazed at the resilience of a hurting family whose daughters dropped everything to come spend a few days with their brother, whose voices could be heard in laughter as well as in pain while we all spent an afternoon together like usual, except for the venue and the new R word.
They inspire me.
And my heart breaks for the difficult road ahead of them. I don't have words.
Yet even now, God has words. They come to my mind with a fresh hope, a fresh invitation to cling to those things that sustain better than physical nourishment, the promises of our God who never changes and never leaves us to face these valleys alone.
Will you join me in praying for this family whose son faces the dark days of his leukemia battle all over again?
I have more tears then words. I'm glad you got to visit and take them some love and support. Thanks to God for being faithful to His promises, even in the face of the most ugly R word I've heard.
ReplyDeleteSo very glad to hear that you were able to be there for them. I will continue to pray for them - that God will be glorified in this and that they will be strengthened for the journey ahead.
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