You know, I always feel that life is a journey. Many times I would love to have one of those journeys like you take on I-20 out of Atlanta to Texas. It is a straight shot. You know exactly where you are going and how far it is because the road is straight and stretched out before you. Although that can be nice at times, my most memorable trips are those that I have to guess what is around the next corner. I am constantly amazed, scared, or happy about what I see around the bend.
My life lately has been full of turns and crooks. Sharp turns with low visibility like I am driving in a fog. Work has been stressful, almost unbearable, and one of my biggest hurdles for the past 3 weeks or so. Home hasn't been a piece of cake either, although it has been the happiest place for Brandon and me for quite sometime now.
As I was working late last night on one of those curves in the fog, I received a call that seemed like an abrupt dead end without a warning sign. My mom had a biopsy done on Tuesday. The doctor seemed to think everything was fine, but when we got the results yesterday the 15% chance turned to a 100% chance of Cancer. I feel now like I am driving on an old road with no lines, rain and fog. The doctor thinks it is in the very early stages and that the cancer is completely beatable. But he also thought on Tuesday that it was just a calcium deposit.
I am scared. Not really for myself, but for my Mom and Dad. I want to be the support they need. But right now my road already seems so crooked and foggy. I know that God doesn't give us more than we can handle and that what doesn't kill us makes us stronger. But why is it that in these times of trials, we feel so weak.
My life lately has been full of turns and crooks. Sharp turns with low visibility like I am driving in a fog. Work has been stressful, almost unbearable, and one of my biggest hurdles for the past 3 weeks or so. Home hasn't been a piece of cake either, although it has been the happiest place for Brandon and me for quite sometime now.
As I was working late last night on one of those curves in the fog, I received a call that seemed like an abrupt dead end without a warning sign. My mom had a biopsy done on Tuesday. The doctor seemed to think everything was fine, but when we got the results yesterday the 15% chance turned to a 100% chance of Cancer. I feel now like I am driving on an old road with no lines, rain and fog. The doctor thinks it is in the very early stages and that the cancer is completely beatable. But he also thought on Tuesday that it was just a calcium deposit.
I am scared. Not really for myself, but for my Mom and Dad. I want to be the support they need. But right now my road already seems so crooked and foggy. I know that God doesn't give us more than we can handle and that what doesn't kill us makes us stronger. But why is it that in these times of trials, we feel so weak.
1 comments:
Heres pulling for you --- I am always asking myself why things are the way they are. But some how it always seems to work out.
~Dan
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