One year ago today Lorelei was unable to sit through Tiffany Castell's funeral because she could not stop coughing. We watched a doctor's face turn white as he told us about an x-ray revealing a large mass in Lorelei's chest. We experienced God's provision immediately as we sat in the clinic parking lot praying, wondering what one does first after hearing the word "tumor." Such an inconvenience to have a health crisis at 17 in the middle of one's senior year of high school. We knew so little. Thank God.
I wonder how we would have endured any of the past 365 days had we known we'd be facing a phone call from a doctor at MD Anderson exactly one year later after three "failed" treatments that could mean another year of painful fighting for Lorelei's survival, not just against an inconvenience.
We had no clue that the word "remission" would not come this year. No clue that we'd enroll and un-enroll our daughter twice from college. No clue that we'd have to go from a two income family to one. No clue we'd hear words such as "30% odds to be cancer free in 5 years."
But we also had no clue how we'd be embraced by a community. No clue that within this year our daughter would be friends with Kevin Durant and regularly texting with coaches of the Oklahoma City Thunder. No clue we'd understand the value of a Tuesday S&B burger. No clue how much we'd love the women of a wig shop. No clue we'd receive enough cards to keep the Post Office busy another year. No clue the entire Dove Dance studio would perform to benefit Lorelei. No clue Lorelei would become a pro at reading teleprompters. No clue we'd become spontaneous people stopping to play a game of pool for no reason at all. No clue an avid OSU fan would become close to the women of an OU golf team. No clue we'd have 400 bottles of nail polish representing 400 people we'd regularly pray for. No clue that a lime green wristband would we worn by soldiers in Afghanistan. No clue a nearly bald head would open a conversation with prayer warrior named Glenda at a Texas road stop. No clue Lorelei would become recognizable enough to be stopped by an airport TSA worker while wearing a brunette wig. No clue that runners and walkers would move in Lorelei's honor to help raise money for finding a cure for Leukemia and Lymphoma. No clue we'd celebrate our Savior's birth around a Thunder themed Christmas tree. No clue we'd be flying on a Learjet to a national Make-A-Wish event. No clue Lorelei would come home from the hospital to a new room from Designer's Brew. No clue that Team Lorelei pictures would come in from all around the world. We had no clue that cancer could bring such blessing.
Thank God we were clueless.
Here's to a new year full of unanticipated blessing.
Posted on Mon, January 28, 2013
by Andrea Decker