Thursday, June 17, 2010

Perfect timing...

I always spend the ½ hour drive to Emanuel Children’s Hospital in prayer on the days I’m serving lunch to the families who have a child diagnosed with cancer. I ask the Holy Spirit to fill me that I might serve others as if I were Jesus, that I might have His words coming out of my mouth bringing His comfort, peace, love and support to a child with cancer, a sibling or a parent. Every time I serve lunch with my other volunteers, I see God working. I’m just one broken person empowered by Jesus reaching out to another broken soul. I’ve written about this in my blog before. It keeps my faith strong.

Last month I wrote a blog titled “I didn’t even ask him his name…” I had come home disappointed in myself in a number of ways, feeling as if I hadn’t measured up or God hadn’t stepped in. But as I read other people’s comments to my blog and contemplated that afternoon, I realized I had encouraged that particular family by letting them know my son was almost 5 years past treatment. I had shared a Ewings Sarcoma success story and I can still see that mother’s eyes light up as I told her about Josh. I now feel confident this alone was enough.

This month’s luncheon was overtly miraculous to me and I came home marveling at God’s timing. Last month I had noticed a mom who looked like the “walking dead”, but I hadn’t spoken with her. Please bear with me as I explain what I mean by the “walking dead.” As I’ve served with Candlelighters for a while now, I’ve come to recognize the various “faces” I see in the parents and the mother’s in particular, who have a child with cancer. The universal look is pain filled and sorrowful eyes. I’ve never seen one parent without it. Another look is a “deer in the headlights” stare. They are usually the ones in shock having recently found out their baby has cancer. Then there are the angry faces. They usually do not want to talk. The blissful/denial face is the parent who continues to smile and doesn’t seem to grasp (yet) the seriousness of this new journey. This parent usually puts their full trust in the doctors asking few questions about treatment or they have a uncanny ability to just “let go”. There’s the tear filled faces, the ones who can’t seem to stop crying or who burst into tears with one simple, innocent word or act of kindness. This is also the face I see when a child has relapsed or they’ve been told there’s nothing more they can do for their precious little one. And finally the “walking dead” is the parent who is emotionally and physically flat, exhausted with nothing left to give. I don’t mean any offense in my observations, there is no right or wrong, this is just what I see. And in fact I was at one time or another all of these “faces”.

So this month I felt led to sit across the table from this “walking dead” mother and I began to gently ask her a question or two. In a flat, emotionless, monotone voice she told me her teenage son had been in the PICU (Pediatric Intensive Care Unit) for 2 months now. He had been diagnosed with a specific cancer, had begun treatment and with no immune system had contracted a serious viral infection. He’d been on a ventilator ever since. With what she told me, I knew he shouldn’t even be alive, but here he was.

As I spoke a little about Joshua I mentioned his tracheotomy. And that’s when she said, still without any emotion, “Oh, my son will be getting a tracheotomy today at 3 pm.” This is when I knew why I was supposed to speak to her. I went on to tell her my experience with Josh’s tracheotomy, what she might expect right after the surgery and onward carefully weighing my words. Finally, when we were finished and she was ready to leave and go lie down in the “parent room” to rest, she said in her flat voice, “Thank you for speaking with me today about the tracheotomy. You’ve been a big help.” I answered with a “you are welcome” and went on to validate her terrible, difficult journey and as I leaned forward to hug her I noticed a single, silent tear slip down her cheek.

God’s timing…

1 comment:

Stephanie said...

I can't help but be reminded of Mordecai's words to Esther of God calling her into her position "..for such a time as this". It can apply to so many situations in life.

Not that I would EVER wish this on you... EVER. I have seen your "walking dead" face and it brought me to tears many times (oh how often I prayed for YOU as well as Josh.. ). But I see how much God has you are using this awful experience to encourage and be the hands and feet of Jesus to these parents who have no hope and so much fear. That also brings me to tears. Whether you think you are or not, you are a gift to them.

Praise God for perfect timing. Grace and peace to you, April!! xoxo