It has been one year since I squeezed in a quick visit to a local walk-in clinic. It was July 17th when I sought out an evaluation of the frequent headaches I’d had since May and the small, growing knot under my right eyebrow I’d noticed in June. Surprisingly, I was sent immediately to an imaging center for a CT scan.  It has been a long, windy story from there, but here I am one year later.

Wednesday is an important day and I ask for your prayers. After 3 surgeries, 7 cycles of chemo, and 29 radiation treatments (and being in the midst of stem cell transplant preparation), it is time to be scanned to determine if I’m in remission. Please pray for absolutely clear scans.

Two nights ago I talked to our daughters to check-in on them. Once again, I intended to encourage them, but they reversed it and encouraged me. Our younger daughter told me she felt sorry for me. I told her that this situation stinks, but that I’m at the best cancer hospital in the world, I have the best doctors and I’m getting the best medicine.  She interrupted me and said, “Don’t forget God.” Yes! How could I have not said that first?

Later, our older daughter and I spoke. She (as many first borns do) had made a list of three things she wanted to remember to tell me. The first two were regarding some online orders for her, and number 3 on the list was “God”. She said, “God is watching you and He has plans for you. He has plans to prosper you and not to harm you.”

It was a comfort for me to hear these words from them, and a reminder to have the faith of a child.

Our youngest child prayed for me at a Mexican restaurant on Sunday. He said it very quietly and no one could really hear him, but my sister said she caught one word, “treatment”. God knows what he said, and that’s all that matters.

Thank you for your prayers too. I’ll never know exactly what you’ve said to God on my behalf, but God does.  And that’s all that matters.