Twelve weeks seems like an eternity. Not a single day in that time have I escaped the worry. Eighty-four continuous days of wondering what the day will bring, hoping for something that changes the course from pain and suffering to we beat it and all is well.
I don’t know how she keeps her positive attitude. Her successes had been previously measured by how much is in a bank account or what career choice was made but now we see success and strength have little to do with any of that. She had found contentment in circumstance, courage during adversity, and hope during heartache.
Tonight as we sit here and wait to see what is causing her low grade fevers, she doesn’t complain. She seems to understand it is all part of getting there. They (the staff) here too are amazed as she smiles through it. God blesses me each day with her and her positive attitude.