June 3, 2015
June 3 was the best day. I don't often have to work outside the home, but on this day I was...I kept getting phone messages from home, and once I was able, I called back. Jason just said, "we got matched!!" And Korban was shouting with joy in the background. One of the messages they left, Korban's voice was elated and I could hear him in the background saying, "happy dance!"
This is the chalkboard that I wrote that day...
I even bought us a cake to celebrate. Such good, happy news.
We found out baby is a boy. We named him Emmett.
Then, I got diagnosed with cancer. I cried big, nasty, weeping-out-loud-in-the-hospital-stairs cries. And all but a shred of hope for our boy disappeared.
Today, Chemo day number 1, I got the call. That boy will not get to be ours.
Friends, this is the worst part of this whole ordeal. I can deal with hair loss and nausea and fatigue. I can handle surgery and radiation. I can beat cancer. But today, I feel like a grieving mother who has just lost her long-awaited-for boy. My heart is so sad...
I know that God has a plan. I don't understand it, or even like it very much at this moment, but I have to trust that He knows best. Would you please pray for us as we grieve this loss?
It stings like crazy...
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For he has not despised or scorned the suffering of the afflicted one; he has not hidden his face from him but has listened to his cry for help (Psalm 22:24).