Where would I even begin when trying to explain the course of the year that awaited her or the fight she had coming. She was so naive to the coming events of countless doctor appointments and hospital stays that spanned across four states. She had no idea that her precious baby would endure 50 IV sticks, 3 surgeries, countless (literally) countless blood draws & x-rays, as well as 11 hospital stays in four different hospitals before he would turn 19 months old.
The woman in that hospital room that night had no idea that she was about to be thrust into overcoming her insecurities... to be the one that would find her sons disease and then confidently present it to his unfamiliar healthcare providers.
She had no idea that soon she would learn how to run equipment that she had never even heard of up until this point in her life.
She had no idea how many times she was about to watch her child look at her through fear filled eyes, desperately urging her to rescue him from the tubes, needles, and procedures that he had to undergo.
She had no idea that her secret urge from years ago of wanting to be a nurse was about to become a reality in a way that she had never envisioned. Or that she would be taking on that role for one of her greatest joys.
So what would I tell her...
I believe that if that same woman could have peered into the future she would have had a few words for the me that I have become. I think she would tell me that she is proud of me. Proud of how I stood up for my sweet baby. Proud of how I listened to my instincts when everything around me suggested otherwise. Proud of how I learned to overcome my insecurities and speak up when Cohen desperately needed me too.
You won't hear me say this very often... but I am proud of me as well. I'm a constant work in progress and I'll be the first to admit that I am far from perfect but for just one moment I am going to hold my head high in accomplishment... and be thankful for my successes thus far.
The truth is we all share one commonality... one absolute for all of us.... At one point or another we are all guaranteed to experience pain. And although it may not look the same for each of us and will certainly affect us each differently, you can rest assure we will all be changed... either for the better... or the worse. So I will make a choice... I will allow my pain to have purpose.... choosing to bring meaning to the struggles that I have hurdled.... allowing what was intended for evil to be used for good.
My hope is that you will allow our pain to receive its purpose through the way it impacts your hearts. Our family does not live in sorrow or sadness but we celebrate everyday as a new beginning filled with hope and promises from our God. We will continue to face the trials of this life, not as loners lost in confusion but as children sheltered in the arms of loving Father.
I pray that the strength that resides in our little superhero will permeate into the lives of all who hear his story, allowing our Pain to be transformed into Purpose.
Isaiah 40:28-29 "Do you not know? Have you not heard? The LORD is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom. He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak"
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