Life is strange---you never know where you are going or how you are going to get there, then one day you look back and you’ve been walking the entire time. You find yourself somewhere completely different than where you thought you were going or where you thought you would be... Once upon a time, I wasn’t a very nice person. I was unhappy, prideful, selfish and mostly an uncaring man who made a lot of people, (mostly the ones who love and care for me) very unhappy, as well. I never took time for my family or cared what they were doing or what they thought. I didn’t even take the time to answer their calls because I was a big man with an agenda and it was all about me.
It is my prayer as I sit down to pen these words that others, who like me are struggling through difficult situations in their lives may receive Hope and Comfort in a time of need, through these words.
As some of you know my 2 year old granddaughter has been recovering from chemo, a bone marrow transplant and a deluge of complications as a result of the treatment for MDS. We have survived the “potential Leukemia” diagnoses, we have survived the watching her endure the Chemotherapy treatments, we have survived the nervous days after the transplant as we waited for it to take, we have survived 17 days of intensive care after a seizure where it looked like we could lose her, and now when it looked like she might come home we have to deal with a flare up of the “graft versus host” disease that is common with transplants.
Vacating must become a discipline.
