I've been holding up very well with the news of my son's diagnosis. But now as I sit here ready to write about the past one and half weeks, a lump forms in my throat and I fight tears.
As long as I am taking care of my son, or cleaning-- somehow keeping busy-- I'm fine. I can smile a real smile and be happy. I find joy in the work that I need to do to keep my son healthy.
When I slow down and try to think, everything changes. I feel the stress that builds while sitting and waiting for chemotherapy and spinal taps and doctors. I feel the exhaustion that creeps in from not getting to bed at a reasonable hour and then waking several times a night to care for a four-year-old who can't find her way back to bed, or a twelve-year-old who wakes from nightmares and shivering from a low body temperature after chemo.
I will continue to write about the joy, and the heartache. Get ready to take a walk with me through my new life as a mom of a child with cancer. I'm changing already, and truly, I'm learning to like myself.
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Praying for all of you. God bless.
Love,
Frances
You can do all things through Christ who gives you strength!
You are not alone on this walk! I can see His footprints next to yours already. I suspect that, being in His grip, you will find you are capable of enduring much more than you ever thought you could. I love you and will not cease to pray for your strength and D's remission.
Love,
Suzy
Linda,
May 2012 be a year of jubilee for you, following 2011 which was more of a year of sorrow.
May abundant grace pour over you, wash you in His love, and raise your eyes to the Beatitude!
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