I want to tell you something important. And because it is important, I worry about being misunderstood, not just in content, but in motive, too. I am apprehensive because I'm not seeking advice or sympathy. I just want you to know.
If I added your name to the list of people who could see that facebook post, it's intentional. I hoped you would come read this because...well for many different reasons. And if you found your way here by any other means, welcome to you. I believe there are reasons.
Last week I posted Seat Belts and Bill's feedback was that it didn't have context. "It doesn't need context," I told him. "This is life, and everyone has something for which that metaphorical seat belt would serve them well."
Tonight I want to tell you why I posted that for our family. This is hard news, so if you just have a moment before you've got to have your game face on again, this might not be the best time to be reading this.
My mom is fighting for her life against stage 4 lung cancer that has metastisized throughout her body. She left for a Cancer Treatment Center today because they have determined that her particular kind of genetically mutated cancer has responded well to a drug. We all dwell in hope for positive outcomes.
All while beating back the voices of worse-case-scenarios. Your mind goes there. It does. It's a wracking, overwhelming ache to wobble on this ledge with her and wonder which way it all will go. Any which way it does go, we still dwell in hope. My mom most of all. Because she has put her faith in a living God, she dwells in hope.
From her website she writes, " I will try to keep you updated...on my journey to heaven or health! ;-)…. or both for that matter."
That's my mom. She is 100% sure of the end of the road, even if she can't even see around the next bend.
We travel in the sunshine. We travel through the storms. As my mom has so simply stated, "The rain falls. The rain falls on all of us."
"I can't stop the rain," sings Third Day, "but I will hold you til it goes away." Even in the rain, everybody needs a few umbrellas of love and support.
If you know her, will you go sign her guestbook and let her know that you're thinking of her? If you pray, will you pray for her? If you don't pray (and never expect to) you are no less loved by me. I get that we all live on the path we're on.
In the end, I don't want to stumble through a life in which you ask me how I am and I stare at you blankly and say, fine. I must acknowledge what is before me, and let you see why I am so distracted sometimes.
Thank you for taking the time to read this. I am grateful that my path has crossed with each of you.