I’ll be fine, really. But sometimes I just can’t believe how overcome I get. Last night I cried and cried because I feel so guilty for all this. I know I didn’t choose to have cancer, and I don’t choose to milk every family member and friend we have of time, energy, money and resources, but I can’t help sometimes feeling like a burden. Especially when I think of the girls’ futures. Most people have the advantage of having adult children when they are diagnosed with cancer, or kids who are already in college. Are my kids going to college? I don’t know. Will we ever live in anything besides the “starter home” we live in now? I don’t know. Will we ever be able to dig ourselves out of this medical debt? I don’t know. Will I complete all this cancer treatment only to find out in a year that it has recurred? I don’t know. Will I eventually lose my battle with cancer? I don’t know.
With so many unknowns, it’s hard to keep my positive attitude and just hope everything works out. Daily I struggle with looking back: before the First Church drama, before diagnosis, before AOL laid Chris off, before things spiraled out of control. I know in my head it’s not healthy to look back, but my heart is taking awhile to catch up. My heart still aches for the hope and security we felt when things were finally going well.
Oh God, how long will you allow us to struggle? Haven’t I trusted you? Please show yourself to us in a way that is real and powerful, help me believe you are still with us!

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