We had been approaching advent with a very different air of expectation this year that was closer to dread. My husband has been having some health problems and we knew that he had a "sizable mass" in his abdomen. The day before we were to meet with the doctor someone from his office called needing information so that a MRI could be ordered as soon as possible. We still had 24 hours to wait to find out what was going on and this shot our anxiety levels through the roof. The next day we arrived at the hospital to meet with the doctor. As we waited to meet with the doctor to discuss what was happening I realized that we were waiting in a chemo therapy treatment room. I didn't think that I could possibly worry more than I already was.
Thankfully before long the doctor arrived. I held my breath as he started to speak. He opened the conversation with words that took my breath away. "I am pretty sure it's not cancer." I could breath again. I struggled to hold back the tears of relief. There is a huge cyst and surgery will be needed but we will manage. I every scary thought of the last week and a half evapourated.
I can't begin to tell you how greatly blessed we are feeling. Advent comes to us this year with a prayer of joy and gratitude stronger than ever before.
For the first time in many years our calendar has stayed relatively empty as we await the referral to a surgeon in London and pray for an early surgery date. We have treausred quiet movie nights as a family, lighting advent candles, trimming our tree and sharing meals with family and friends.
Despite the challenges ahead ~ knowing that my husband needs to go to a hospital 2 hours away ~ trying to manage our sons' needs ...
We feel truly blessed.
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