This post is #18 in a year-long series ... Through this series of posts I plan to share our family's experiences during our 17-year-old daughter's year-long battle with brain cancer, which began in February of 2008. My desire is to process through the events of that year from the perspective that a decade of time has brought ... for myself, really. But if you'd like to follow along, you're welcome to join me.
March 3, 2008
My email from that evening read as follows ...
We’ve had a wonderful day of being home and enjoying our family today. We are scheduled to return to Children’s Hospital at 10:15 tomorrow morning for suture removal and to meet with the surgeon. We are hoping to receive the pathology report tomorrow, which will let us know what, if any, further treatment will be necessary. We are praying for a good report, and that the surgery has fully taken care of the problem. However, if further treatment is needed, we know that God will be faithful to carry us through that, too.
Thank you again for all your prayers…God has really used all of you to bless our family.
Jill and Brad
I'm so glad we had those days at home together. We had asked that visitors be limited in the days following Hannah's surgery, and other than kind folks who would stop by to bring us meals, it was just the four of us. We didn't care what was happening in the news, what we weren't getting done at our jobs, what the girls were missing in school, or what was going on in politics or sports. Our full attention was on each other, and on helping Hannah in her recovery. It was a sweet time.
But in the background that appointment was looming. To Hannah, it just meant she would get her stitches out so she could finally wash her hair, and she couldn't wait. But Brad and I were fully aware of the gravity of this appointment. Thankfully, a peace that could only come from God was already enveloping us as we planned our return trip to Little Rock the next day.
Thanks Jill, it's four years since my teenage daughter died from the side effects of the treatment she received for her rare blood cancer - I'm very much appreciating your perspective. In the 12 months from Leah became unwell until she died we had many highs and lows. Thank you for sharing your story. 💓
ReplyDeleteOur journey was exactly twelve months as well, Victoria! I'm glad to know God is using our story to encourage you. <3
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