On March 3, 1992, during my junior year of college, I received a call from my dad saying that my sister was involved in a serious accident with a semi truck. She was being airlifted to a hospital and her life was hanging in the balance. I slumped over and wept. Why did this happen to someone like her? I loved my sister dearly and wished I could take the pain away from her. In my first conversation with her I wept again like I had several times since first hearing from my dad. While I did, she comforted me saying it would be alright.
As we tell our friends about Tara’s cancer, we have watched them consistently weep for us; looking for words to comfort us and often falling short in their own mind. We are humbled to know they love us so much, and at times we find ourself comforting them. Being on this side of the conversation almost seems easier. We are at peace with where God has placed us. And we are not being stoic and brave to say this. It is with fear and trembling that we submit to this course. But we have seen with our own eyes the way He is working and has orchestrated the last 13 years (and longer) to prepare us for this day. I am certain we will look closer in years to come to see that he was preparing us from birth.
This first day at home was great in terms of sleep and being with children. Tara was incredibly tired. On top of the 8 hours of sleep over night she probably got another 4 or 5 hours through the day. This could be catch up from poor hospital sleep or it could be the chemotherapy’s effect. Either way I am thankful for it. The 3 younger kids were at home with us through the day. The 2 older ones will be home soon and will likely crawl in bed for some cuddles, the first in weeks.
Thank you for reading our stories and supporting us with your encouragement and prayers. I hope our stories will cause you to reflect on your own life and learn what we are learning without having to go through this.