Two years ago this month, my precious mother was diagnosed with stage 3 (now stage 4) pancreatic cancer. I still remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when the phone rang. Trey was at work, and I was trying to feed the boys their supper. The news came as some sort of a shock. Mom, whom I refer to as Gran on here, had been feeling bad for weeks. I encouraged her to get checked out by a specialist and not just a primary care doctor. I knew something wasn't right, but I didn't know it was as nasty as it really was.
The last two years definitely haven't always been easy by any means, but she has been a super trooper. Some days it's difficult to tell she's even in pain. Other days I know the second she says hello on the phone. Mom and I are close. There's communication via phone calls or text 5-10 times a day. I know my mom and she knows me.
The last few weeks she's been hurting; lots of pain, discomfort, and cramping. As someone who thinks she hung the moon, it's terrible to witness. I have literally spent more time in prayer for her than is humanly possible to explain.
If you are a believer in the power of prayer, I ask you to please lift my mother up. Pray for peace, comfort, no pain, and of course, complete healing.
Keep the Faith
1 comment:
I hare to hear that it's now stage 4 and that she's had a bad few weeks. Praying for your mom and your family.
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