It was a year ago, nearly, that Mom and Dad drove to Sulphur Springs, to have tests done, to see what was wrong. It was a year ago, that Johanna and I sat with Dad, outside, and heard the words that struck fear against our souls. Mom had Stage 4 Cancer. The doctors could give us no hope.
I don't think I really believed it. Not then. It wasn't the sort of thing that happens, not really. We were shaken inside, trying not to think of what it would be like, how life would change, if our fears were realized. But we turned our thoughts from those fears, and pressed forward. We fought every inch of the way, getting Mom into M.D. Anderson, starting the chemo that stopped the cancer's progress, praying and worshipping every evening we could, seeking the Lord's face for wisdom.
I got caught up in the every day, in surviving each separate moment, in weeping with the blessings, with the precious gift of all the dear people who supported us. We all did, I think. We did what was before us, because it was given us to do.
Now, standing nearly on the other side, it feels like waking from a dream,
looking back, and realizing, suddenly, the immense miracle of 2010,
the year that changed our lives forever.
The Lord has blessed us, beyond belief. And we have something to share with you, a new measure of proof. The Lord made a way for us to pay for a sonogram, and Thursday, Mom and Dad went to Tyler. The results? The tumors are not gone, but they have shrunk to half the size.
Isn't is wonderful? And Mom, free of medication for nearly 4 months, has no pain. Her hair is coming in thickly, and she is blessing us daily with her beautiful self. Mom is nearly back.
We are still struggling financially. Business in the shop is slow, and Mom's supplements and weekly IV treatments run up quite a sum. Staying in the black is a daily challenge. But the Lord is with us, every step.
How can we doubt him? How can we fear? How can we do anything but trust after such a miracle? There is no logic in fearing when we have such proof of His love.
I don't think I really believed it. Not then. It wasn't the sort of thing that happens, not really. We were shaken inside, trying not to think of what it would be like, how life would change, if our fears were realized. But we turned our thoughts from those fears, and pressed forward. We fought every inch of the way, getting Mom into M.D. Anderson, starting the chemo that stopped the cancer's progress, praying and worshipping every evening we could, seeking the Lord's face for wisdom.
I got caught up in the every day, in surviving each separate moment, in weeping with the blessings, with the precious gift of all the dear people who supported us. We all did, I think. We did what was before us, because it was given us to do.
Now, standing nearly on the other side, it feels like waking from a dream,
looking back, and realizing, suddenly, the immense miracle of 2010,
the year that changed our lives forever.
The Lord has blessed us, beyond belief. And we have something to share with you, a new measure of proof. The Lord made a way for us to pay for a sonogram, and Thursday, Mom and Dad went to Tyler. The results? The tumors are not gone, but they have shrunk to half the size.
"5 lesions are identified in the liver. All of the lesions are significantly reduced in size, with only two small lesions showing color flow. The spleen is normal in size and texture. The low density lesion in the posterior aspect of the spleen described in earlier reports is no longer visible. The kidneys are normal, and the mass in the pelvic area is reduced from 6.1 x 6.3 to 4.4 x 3.2. Some color flow is noted."
-paraphrased from sonogram report
Isn't is wonderful? And Mom, free of medication for nearly 4 months, has no pain. Her hair is coming in thickly, and she is blessing us daily with her beautiful self. Mom is nearly back.
We are still struggling financially. Business in the shop is slow, and Mom's supplements and weekly IV treatments run up quite a sum. Staying in the black is a daily challenge. But the Lord is with us, every step.
How can we doubt him? How can we fear? How can we do anything but trust after such a miracle? There is no logic in fearing when we have such proof of His love.
No matter what happens, we are His.
Wishing you a peace without measure,
Emma
and the family at Rambellwood
