Just a tumour. Or two, or three. A scope revealed that the bleeding my husband has been experiencing is due to some tumours where there ought not to be tumours.
"We'll take them out," the doctor said.
"Then we'll check again. You'll have to come in every three months or so..."
So, what do I say when my world comes crashing down?
What time I am afraid, I will trust in you.
And what do I do when I find out that my worst case scenario is happening?
I nag. "Don't smoke. No sugar for you. Drink lots of water with lemon."
Sigh.
I trust. Yes I do. But I'm gonna be nagging, too.
I think, therefore I write. I write what God is teaching me as a Student of the Word in an obscure part of rural Ontario.
When you say "No sugar for you." make sure that you're wagging your finger back and forth. ;)
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Ugh. Tumours. Not cool.
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We're praying, too.
That is not a good way to start the year. Personally, that kind of news sends me running for the sugar! Allow me to join in on the prayers.
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