Love

Cathy was diagnosed with glioblastoma seventeen months ago. Her courage seems endless despite the building momentum of her glio-symptoms. Her steps are shorter and less certain. Her confusion is a bit more and her memory a bit less. Our embraces and hand holdings are a little more precautionary as the potential for stumbling and falling increases. Of course, none of this glio-business is new. It’s just new for us. And I continue to be blessed with a front row seat of her beautiful soul that radiates joy through her smiles and through those dark penetrating eyes, that captured my heart the moment I first met her 48 years ago.

There is anguish. The wonder of unidentified pain, the momentary feelings of being lost or not recognizing the familiar, and the regularity of bumping-up against physical limitations, all tug at her capacity to enjoy life. But Cathy’s sufferings are part of her prayers. She prays for her children, family and friends, petitioning for closer relationships with Jesus Christ. Her prayers flow towards the gates of eternal life, far beyond the trappings of human suffering. Even though the details of her glio-future are uncertain, Cathy is happy. Her faith remains a light to the world and her laugh still warms my heart. Thank you, God and thank you for your Son. We love you guys!!!