Strapped onto the cancer rollercoaster

I got a phone call 11 years ago to tell me that my dad had just been diagnosed with leukemia. I remember thinking that I’d just been put onto a roller coaster I didn’t actually want to ride.
And I couldn’t get off. Not until after the funeral.
I just learned that my mom has cancer. She’s been “ignoring” the symptoms, until they got so severe yesterday that she wound up in the ER. She’s on oxygen, and they’re doing tests today to figure out how far its progressed. They know that it’s breast…lungs…
My sister and I are boarding planes tomorrow AM to be with her, and to hear what the doctors say. She needs healing, but even more than that, she needs to know her Healer and Savior.
We’ve been dragged onto the roller coaster again, and it’s plummeting….
Please pray.

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2 responses to “Strapped onto the cancer rollercoaster”

  1. I’m so sorry, Michelle. I’ll be praying.

  2. […] When we were growing up, we were often rivals instead of allies. As we entered adulthood, we began talking through our shared childhood experiences – to begin fitting our jigsaw pieces together, to mourn, and, as a sign that growth and healing took place in our lives, to laugh together. As our mom was dying four years ago, all the talking Jodi and I had done throughout the years coalesced as we were thrown into a crisis we could never have imagined or prepared for. […]

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