Anniversary lunch. Thirty four years gazing across the table.
And now, it’s like we’re starting again, tentatively, searching for words. Other times, sitting in quiet.
We feel the weight of the unknown, and yet, we are not afraid.
Here, at this time, we await a fourth scan. With greater contrast. In a building filled with hobbling ones, hunched, heads covered in scarves and hats. A place we don’t feel we belong, but know we are already part.
Fasting, then radioactive sugars. Radiologists interpret. Looking for contrast. For what doesn’t belong.
Our faith is not shaken. The contrast- ‘what doesn’t belong’ comes through His hand. He has always been with us before, we know He will go ahead.
Suspicious nodes were seen way before symptoms manifested. Our Beth in a place to seek guidance, second opinion, and aid on our behalf. Speedy openings for scans/testings.
Knisley shared this, ‘his’ verse of comfort with me early on.
Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon me. Ps 139:5
And these verses also go back to where he’s grounded his faith, steadied his thoughts.
How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them! If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee. Ps 139:17-18
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