To 100 Percent

The doctors found cancer in my mom. Endometrial or uterine cancer to be specific.

It stinks, bites, sucks, rots. All that.

Chasing fear away is hard work. It lingers like a sulfur-belching dragon just outside the window. The moment I think it's safe to breathe, its shadow slithers by, and I'm left clutching promises that I hope are meant for me and for her.

We have every hope that a surgery to remove the offending part will send her on the path to full health. She is meeting with the oncologist next Tuesday to discuss options and to schedule her big surgery.

It's been a month of doctor appointments and phone calls, including a diagnostic surgery, all taking place up north where she can be close to my sister and brothers and their families and have support and care, as my dad's job takes him away for days at a time. Also northern IN has far greater cancer care facilities and specialists available to her. So she has been separated from Dad, which makes the endurance and the waiting extra beastly for them both.

Talking about it is hard. And not hard. Everyone knows a story with a happy ending. Everyone knows a story with a wretched ending. Mom's best friend died years ago from this same cancer, and she still had children in her home. There's the dragon's shadow again, damn him. I say that in the most Biblical sense, because if I could send all fear to the depths of hell with a word, you can bet that I'll shout it from the rooftops.

There is a Name that calms my fears and restores my soul, and it's Jesus. He is already interceding for us, because HE LIVES to pray for us.

 "Who then is the one who condemns? No one. Christ Jesus who died--more than that, who was raised to life--is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us" (Romans 8:34).

 "Therefore he is able to save completely those who come to God through him, because he always lives to intercede for them" (Hebrews 7:25). 

Jesus talks to God about Mom. (And by the way, he talks to God about you, too.) Oh, there's peace in that, I can tell you. Will you join Jesus and us and talk to God about my mom, too? As Rosy prayed at dinner last night: "Please heal my grandma to 100 percent." (I didn't know my English language learner knew what 100 percent even meant. Love her.)

Because He is able to save completely. And that means 100 percent. I'm not asking Him for anything less.



Comments

jeny said…
My dearest, praying every day - without ceasing- for 100%
January 21, 2015 at 10:32 AM
Irishmommy said…
Praying for 100%, everyday!
January 21, 2015 at 1:02 PM
SiNana said…
100%.PRAYERS
SANDRA
January 21, 2015 at 6:28 PM
Pure Benefit said…
Joining you all praying with out ceasing asking for complete healing!
January 23, 2015 at 10:27 PM
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