Even If

I used to love the story of Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego--you know that one?  The famous story in Daniel about Daniel's friends threatened to be thrown into the fiery furnace if they didn't bow down to the giant idol.  I always loved their audacious, bold faith and slight sass in their famous words "even if He doesn't..." stating they would never bow down to anything other than their God, even if he didn't save them.   They knew exactly what their God was capable of.  But also knew that Him performing or doing what they wanted was not what made Him worthy.   Even if He doesn't.  But come July, I didn't really want to hear those words.  It made me cringe.  And I definitely didn't want to say them!  "No, we are asking God big and believing in miracles! Not 'even if'!" 

Little by little, those words held more dread for me.  A recent women's event titled Even If was available online, and my initial thoughts were "hell no!"  I didn't want to have to have 'Even If' faith.  If I say 'even if' outloud, does it mean I doubt the miracles are possible or coming?  Will God withhold if I even think it?  

After the week long stay in the hospital, that it now seems Scott nearly slept through as if comatose, I had to tell him over a few days what we had learned.  Strange combinations of drugs made for fears that I may never have a lucid conversation with my guy again.  That turned out to not be the case, thank God!  Words like sepsis and liver failure had been said and then ruled out.   MRI's and scans showed no cancer in the brain, but yes cancer in the lower spine we didn't know about and growth in other critical areas.  We got the potassium up enough to leave the hospital, but still left pretty sick.  And although he was walking some with a cane before we got there, he didn't walk out.  His legs are very weak and in pain.  We are thinking radiation on that lower spine should help that some and we finish that up this week.  His platelets and hemoglobin are too low for any further toxic cancer treatments.  There is a still a team scouring the molecular breakdown to see if there are other non-toxic therapies available to us that maybe weren't seen or known even just a few months ago.   But in the meantime, we fight to keep blood levels healthy, including blood transfusions and lots of appointments.  We have home health and physical therapy and a whole new routine that we are managing.  And I mean we!  It takes so many of us to keep these new wheels moving.

As I described the hospital week to Scott, he is aware that he slept through some very hard moments.  He knows they said some big things.  And while he is a fighter and not ready to give up hope on any non-toxic treatments or alternatives--I heard him tell his mom the other day "but even if He doesn't...".  And for some reason, I didn't hate the words quite so much.  There was so much strength in his words and his voice.  He has told people at our house this week that if they are not praying and hoping and asking big, then they are welcome to leave.  He challenges people even in his physically weakened state.  Many of our friends and family are fasting and praying and asking again for God to do things only He can do.  Whatever that looks like!  And even if He doesn't heal the way we continue to persist and ask, we refuse to bow down to anything else.  

Scott looked at me the other day when we were talking more seriously and with groggy, sadder than usual eyes, said "Well, we serve at the pleasure of the King right?"  "Yes we do, babe.  Yes we do."  When I live in that eternal perspective--and remember that this life is but a mist, and this is not our home, 'Even If', isn't quite so suffocating.  I don't know what's going to happen.  Day to day, Scott changes, things ebb and flow.   One day he may be pain free, the next the pain is exhausting.  He has lost some independence and I know feels so vulnerable and beat down.  I have often said that I only have enough strength for today.  And I know that the Lord is the only reason my feet are not slipping. 

"He will not let your foot be moved; he who keeps you will not slumber."  Psalm 121:3

He is keeping us and we trust is not sleeping.  He is where our help comes from and we are counting on Him.

For better AND for worse

The last several weeks, I have written a post in my mind over and over, but never sat down to type.  Was it because I didn't know what to say?  Or because I didn't know if it was valuable?  I'm not sure.  But I know an update is needed.  I know so many of you are praying.  So many have reached out!  I promise your prayers are felt.  I know there are days I can only get out of bed because of them.  

Scott is in the hospital.  We went to the ER yesterday...after weeks of physical concerns but also some changes with anxiety and emotions that make it hard to evaluate the difference between what is being felt physically and mentally.  A few newer symptoms made me call the doctor yesterday and have him checked out. 

One nice thing about being in the hospital is that everything that needs to be done can be done here.  No appointment in a week kind of stuff.  He is getting ultrasounds, an MRI, and a blood transfusion today.  They are turning over many rocks to figure out why the weakness in his legs and overall strength has declined so rapidly.  For that I am grateful.  And a lot of things they have addressed are improving so that is good news! 

The last few weeks have been super hard.  Scott has needed help with things he would have never asked for before.  He is frustrated and hurting, sometimes both physically and mentally.  He has apologized over and over, as if this is his fault and I am frustrated with him.  I am not.  Cancer makes me angry.  My fear and sadness can sometimes make me mad.  But it is an absolute pleasure to serve and love my husband that loves me so well.  For almost 13 years (and how much before is debatable ;) he has loved and served me every day.  He thinks of my needs and my wants on his worse days.  Just last week, he was walking very little, yet we were sitting in a truck in a field that he wants to make a pond.  He doesn't fish or find it important at all. But it is to me.  So it is to him.  He has gone to many a concert and bought many a gift, listened to many a story or entertained many an idea of something that he couldn't care less about, yet was important to me.  

The phrase 'for better or for worse' rings in my mind lately.  I even googled it--is it 'or' or 'and'?  According to google, it's 'or'.  Well, that's dumb.  There isn't an 'or', as if you get to choose one.  Marriage is both.  It's and!  Lots of better.  And some worse.  Sometimes things you can control that need forgiveness.  And sometimes things you cannot control and do not want.  But always 'and'.  For better and for worse.  I vowed to 'and'.   And it is not hard to love and serve him in 'and' because he has loved and served me in 'and' every day.  

Beginning at 3:00 today, we have several big tests and a blood transfusion, that will be spread out through the evening.  Please be praying.  We know that healing comes from the Lord.  We know what He is capable of and that He is always at work.  We know He sees things we do not and are asking that He allows these doctors and nurses to see some of that insight-to care for him in the best possible way.   I know God loves Scott more than I do.  That He loves my kids more than I do or even can.  We are asking for so much!  Please join us!