A dear friend of mine’s son is critically ill. Her son, a grown man with a family of his own, has been fighting a difficult battle. He has fought this battle with humor, grace, and dignity despite the way it has torpedoed the life he knew. His parents, spouse, children, siblings, and extended family have likewise supported him with humor, grace, and dignity. It has been a horribly difficult time for my friend and her family, but they have marched forward with hope and determination every step of the way.
I don’t know how this story will end. I pray at this point that that it will end with the insertion of a well-deserved miracle via new and innovative medical treatments. I want that for my friend and her family – I want this chapter of their lives to be of a hard fought and deservedly won battle. That is what I pray for and I know that such medical miracles can happen – such is the beauty of medical advancements – new treatments can change the game.
But the story may not end happily…it may not end in a way that keeps my friend’s darling boy with her. Her family is forced now to work with two possible realities – one that is just too tragic for a parent’s soul to absorb. My heart breaks for my friend and her family. I can feel her pain when I talk to her and I wish I had something to offer her that would be at all helpful, but I have nothing. I have no magic words, no wisdom to extol, no connections with the top cancer specialists in the nation – I am not even close enough to hug her. All I can do is pray that her family receives the miracle it deserves and if not, that her family can find some semblance of peace in this incredibly difficult time.
And so I pray. I pray that this time cancer doesn’t win. I pray that my friend can be spared the reality of having to lose her beloved son…that her family be spared the reality of going on without him. I pray that my beautiful and joyous friend who is now not sleeping well and carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders, find some peace and comfort in these very trying times. I pray because that is all I have to give.
Day one thousand four hundred and fifty of the new forty – obla di obla da