Alexander spent many weeks touch and go in the neonatal intensive care unit of a hospital in South Dakota, daughter by his side. Son-in-law often at hers. Many times, she was alone. I had to return to life in South Carolina. I hated South Carolina for the first time in my life.
It is doable. He will be sent home on a heart monitor, but he will go home. He will grow. He is fine.
Over and again. Over and again. There is much we do not control.
We are tiny and unusually insignificant. We put our trust in others who have more knowledge. In a God who offers love. Peace in the storm. Healing on God’s terms. Have a little faith. Faith as a mustard seed. Blind faith.
We are not as unique as we first believed. Who hasn’t felt death? Who doesn’t see Illness, Sickness, Disease?
It is doable.
It is treatable.
This is living.
What diagnosis do you fear most?
In what do you trust?
What glue do you use to hold it all together in the face of diagnoses?
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