One of my posts was published as a guest post this week on the blog, Djibouti Jones. It’s an excerpt of an earlier piece I wrote about my husband’s cancer diagnosis and how it affected our family.
“God, we can’t do it anymore.”
That was me, whispering in the shower, hoping the steaming water would burn away the headache that comes with crying all day.
My husband, Josh, had just told me he was diagnosed with thyroid cancer.
Shock. God, how can this be happening? He’s thirty years old. We have a three-year old and a baby boy. Fears paraded endlessly through my mind.
People told us, “This is the cancer to get.” It’s one of the easiest to treat. They caught it early on, and the doctors are hopeful that Josh will be fine after treatment.
It still scared me to death. In the past few years, we’ve learned by experience that things don’t always “turn out ok” in the end. Or rather, “ok in the end” doesn’t always mean that someone is healed. Bad things do happen. And they happen to all of us.
This post is an act of transparency. I’m not complaining or venting, and I can think of so many people who have it way harder than me. I’m telling you I understand life can be awful, painful, maddening. I’m honestly admitting that I get angry, become fearful, wallow in grief…but my God is gracious. And I’ll tell you how I know it…
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