I cling to the strand of hope so tightly, drops of it run down the strand to fill my cup.
We got a call last nite from my mother in law. My husband's cousin, Josh, who has a rare cancer had been rushed to the hospital. They opened him up for the third time this year and this time they just closed him up and said hospice 2 months.
Tears are streaming down my face as I type this. Here is a young man in his thirtys with a wife and two young children and the doctors say no hope, 2 months to live. The ache in my heart is unbearable, I want to reach out and sending healing to him in that hospital in Missouri. I want to storm the heavens with my fists and shout and cry. This is a good person who is kind and loving, who has lead a good life and done harm to no one.
I feel helpless and all I can do is hold my husband's hand and say there is hope and I believe in miracles.
I cling to the strand of hope and wait.