It’s a guest blog kinda day.
A dear friend of ours is taking on the battle of a lifetime. He’s facing that giant called CANCER. But, I’ll tell u, if I ever knew a David w/slingshot aimed up and ready, it’s our buddy, Paul. These are those moments when my prayers sound more like, “REALLY GOD? REALLY? PAUL?” I. Don’t. Understand. This.
And then I read this…and I almost do.
Never did I doubt for one single moment that this battle would be used for hope and love. I know this couple – I know What makes them tick. I knew that wouldnt change even for a minute…I knew it would be a battle that reflected the beauty of a Father who never leaves us and the hope that isnt found in circumstances of this world.
And so, I invite you to meet Paul and Terri and read about her Castaway Moment…
I LOVE the movie Castaway. I could watch it over and over. I do. When it is on TV, I’ll record it, watch it, then delete it (it’s a long movie-it takes up space on the DVR), but then I’ll record it again the next time I see it’s going to be on. I’ll watch WITH commercials if it is on! I hate commercials! I’m a huge Tom Hanks fan anyways, but there is something about that movie that has always pulled me in though I’ve never experienced anything close to what Tom Hanks goes through.
Until now. My airplane crashed on February 17, 2014 when my husband was diagnosed with Lymphoma. (Thankfully my pilot is still with me.) But life as I knew it changed in that moment. We ended up in an ocean that tossed us around. Waves…MRI, CAT scan, Surgery, Biopsy, Pathology reports, Surgery again, Port, Oncologist. Fast, furious, like a hurricane.
Now we are on the beach, still trying to figure out what just happened and trying to survive. Chemo, sickness, fatigue, emotions…I’m in survival mode.
But what I love about the movie is that it captures the raw emotions. The yelling, the crying, the anger, the fear, the sadness, the loneliness, the loss (WILSON! I’M SORRY!). One of my favorite parts is after he’s been rescued and his old friend comes to him and he talks to him about what it was like on the island and the emotions he went through. And how he just had to breathe. (BREATHE, Terri.) He was so sad he didn’t have Kelly after he came back, but she was with him on that island. (Gosh, I really love that line!) The best part…his friend sits there and just listens. He lets him say what he’s feeling. He doesn’t interrupt. He doesn’t console. He doesn’t give him advice or try to say the “right” thing. He just listens.
I’m so sad that my husband is hurting. I’m so sad that he’s not as available to me and our kids because he’s tired and needs to lay down and rest. There’s anger, there’s loneliness, there’s loss, there’s fear. He’s fighting a battle and I feel helpless to help him. We have to wait as he accepts the poison in his blood. We have to wait for the rescue. More scans will come and hopefully they will reveal diminishing cancer cells…and then no cancer cells. Then we ride the wave of radiation, whatever that looks like. (And life as usual still goes on around us.) One day we will be “back” to our old world that doesn’t include going to an oncologist office three times a week. But it won’t be the same when we left it. This will change us. And we will survive!
I do have something that Tom Hanks did not. I have the hope of Jesus. I have the Prince of Peace. I have the Sovereign Lord.
I lift my eyes on high, Where does my help come from? It comes from the Maker of the heavens and the earth. The Great I AM! God Almighty.