Prayer

When I was in high school, I was obsessed with reading Medical Thriller fiction.
Robin Cook made my world go round, and I could not get enough.

I watched the medical dramas.  The 20/20 Medical shows. 
I was completedly enthralled with the how and the why. 

I was certain I wanted to become a doctor. 
An oncologist.  Cancer seemed to be the biggest medical mystery in existance. 

Only I couldn't pass Microbiology, so I became a Psychology Major instead. 
I thought I could still do Nursing. 
But Microbiology still loomed over my head. 

I was determined to go forth and try it again. 
But life threw me a bunch of curve balls and although I was accepted to nursing school, God had different plans.

I married.  I worked a fun "helping" job that forced me to come out of my shell more quickly.

I worked toward and completed my Master's degree. 
My graduation gift was the birth of my son.
And with the continuity of the circle of life, a month later my grandmother's suffering ended and she passed.

Fast forward nine months.

My mom found out she had cancer. 
Again, the cancer/oncology thing intreged me.  How?  Why?
Questions surrounded me like a fog.

Three and a half years have passed.
And I have never regreted my decision to walk away from pursing oncology.
I have seen enough pain in one person to last a lifetime.

My mom has struggled and faught more types of cancer than my son has years on this earth. 

We have seen her in the best and worst of times.
She has been beaten with chemo, with experimental drugs, with radiation. 
She has risen above the medicinal treatment and the statistics of survial.

And glory to God, she is still here. 

She is still alive to see her grandchildren grow.
She is still alive to see her own children grow. 

I want her to continue to see her grandchildren grow. 
I want her to be blessed with more grandchildren.
I want her to see her son graduate college and begin a family of his own, whenever the time is right.

I don't typically ask. 
Maybe it is pride.
But Christians are praying people. 

And if you take the time to read my blog, you must care about me and my family even if you don't let it be known.

So please pray for my family.

Pray for longevity. 
Pray that my mom has the strength to rise above yet another diagnosis of cancer in more body parts and organs than I care to name. 
Pray that we all have the strength to support her through this again. 
And above all, pray for peace and for love. 

For without that, the world cannot go on.