This past weekend I learned of another family in my town who's daughter has been diagnosed with cancer. I checked out their CaringBridge website, and read through from the beginning. Reading about their heartbreak, the sickness, the fear, and the extremely difficult beginnings of chemotherapy...well, it brought back a lot of horrific memories. (You hear about war vets who have flashbacks--well, I have them, too. And let me tell you, they aren't much fun).
I can remember sitting in the hospital and seeing families who were obviously much further along in treatment than we were. I can remember thinking, "Oh, why can't that be us? I just want to be done with this!" And now, I see others at the very painful beginning, and I am grateful that it's not us back there. I am glad to be "further along", even though we still have 76 weeks to go!
Don't get me wrong, I still wish we were done. Just this week I screamed in my head, "Okay God. We're done now. Can we have our real life back now?" But still, I am thankful to be "further along".
Please keep the Dison family in your prayers...they desperately need them! You can keep up with their journey here.