As I type these very words there is a team of doctors and nurses preparing for surgery in a hospital in the middle of the United States of America. For them it's just an average day, just an average surgery, just an average patient. For me, it's not average; it's disconcerting. That average patient is my mother. That average surgery is open heart. That's the heart of the woman that has prayed for me, worried about me, fretted over me, cried for me, rejoiced with me, and celebrated with me. Now I find myself praying for her, worrying about her, fretting over her, crying for her and waiting to rejoice and celebrate with her.
|Dad, Mom, my sister Tammy and myself|
|My mom and my son|
While my dad, my sister and myself were blindsided by the fight, my mother was very well prepared. She understood the magnitude of this battle and she faced it with the bravado of the fiercest warrior. She silently vowed to do her part in the fight and she trusted her medical team to do theirs. She stood arm in arm with the medical team and never backed down. They recognized the intensity increase of the battle and they called in reinforcements in the form of more surgeons. She silently refused to give up. The hours drug on and we felt hopelessness creeping in. She never faltered. She was steadfast in her determination. Defeat was simply not an option. After 12 grueling hours she and her team claimed victory and they were able to complete her surgery.
|Myself, my Mom and my sister, Tammy.|
Mom, thank you for showing me how to be brave. Words can never express the depth of my love for you. While I may have inherited a lot from my Dad, everything I know about faith and strength I learned from you. You're an amazing woman and I am lucky to know you; but, I am even more blessed to call you my Mom. You've got this and we're taking care of Dad while you're busy fighting. We'll be here waiting. Take your time we know this is a tough one.