My parents have gone through their radiation treatments. Long weeks. Five days a week. Two people in their late 70’s clinging together to beat cancer.
Mom’s cancer (breast) – gone.
Dad’s cancer (prostate) – subsided, awaiting final report.
I have surgery next week to remove the cancer (prostate) from my body. Like my father, I will await the final report.
This has become a family theme. A common goal. My parents have dutifully slogged through the routine of their radiation treatments, fighting traffic, parking, lines, sitting in waiting rooms. They have endured a few side affects. But they are still moving, still fighting. They are okay.
I have chosen to fight my cancer by eating better than I ever have and running like a crazy man (big 31-mile race coming up on Saturday).
Beating cancer. Our new goal in life.
And let’s not forget prayer. There has been lots of that. Because even though we are going through the routines and following doctor’s orders and eating well and exercising and receiving good reports, there is still fear. Deep down inside, where the dark thoughts lurk, is fear.
What if they don’t get all the cancer?
What if it comes back?
Any normal person is going to have this fear. I have it. I know that my parent’s have it. When they navigate the familiar route to the clinic for their daily dose of radiation, and they are silent in the car, and the rain hits the windshield, the fear calls out to them. What if? What if? What if?
My father has the perfect answer.
“No matter what happens, God is in control.”
I have heard him say those words all my life. And I have seen those words played out in truth. Like my father, I take great comfort in those words. My prayers are deep and fervent and sometimes filled with an ache. But that is okay. God can handle it.
The answer is that we press on. We fight. We beat cancer.
And we remember that no matter what, God is in control.