Being a part of the childhood cancer community is so hard, yet so rewarding..... it is really hard to explain to people that have never been touched by childhood cancer. Every day there is a child that relapses, or that is in crisis, or that earns their angel wings. We cry, we hurt and we mourn for those kids... they are a part of our family, too. Our prayers are full of pleading with God to be with these kids, to help them, to give them a miracle....and full of begging for mercy for the mommas and daddys, brothers and sisters that have to face the unimaginable losses. It breaks our hearts daily, and there is such a helplessness about it. On the other side of the coin, Every day we see those miracles, we rejoice with the children that reach end of treatment, that get the NED! news, that overcome extreme obstacles that seem to be impossible. We see Gods hand through it all.... the joyous and the heartbreaking. I am inspired every day by these families that, even though I may never have met them in person, are part of me. I read one familys story of devastation, and I cry.... and then I read another familys story of jubilation... and I rejoice. As hard as it is to be a part of this village, I give thanks to God for allowing me to be here. I am not the same person as I was before childhood cancer touched my life. I am better. Sometimes to become the people we are supposed to be, we need to go through fire to refine us. Do not rail against God when bad things happen to you.... thank Him for bringing you to it and for forging you into who you are supposed to be.
Posted on: Fri, 24 Oct 2014 16:24:54 +0000