The
wait is almost over. It’s almost
time. By the time most of you read this,
I will most likely be in a drug induced coma, with tubes in more holes than I
care to imagine. This journey has been a
surreal and almost unbelievable trip through some of the brightest and darkest
places of my heart, mind, and soul.
My
thoughts and emotions are typically on my sleeve. It isn’t often people have to ask what I’m
thinking or feeling. I like that way,
mostly because I am a terrible liar. I
have found my experience with this tumor, has been very much like one of my
favorite childhood movies. The best way
to describe it, would be like traveling through The Labyrinth.
You
are confused, you are shocked, you are completely disoriented by the fairy tale
trouble you have found yourself in. Lots
strange people (your family and friends) come along to help you, but the truth
is that they are all fighting their own battles, as well. Then every time you think you are getting
somewhere in this psychedelic, quirky, and terrifying maze of weird landscapes
and strange creatures…David Bowie shows up in his uncomfortably revealing
spandex jumpsuit and reminds you, just how lost you are.
Okay
that’s unfair. David Bowie has not
visited me during the last month and a half, but for as many times as I have felt
grateful and blessed by the unconditional love and kindness of my family and
friends, I have also felt as if I was in the Bog of Eternal Stench. It hasn’t been easy, but I must believe it is
all worth it.
I
would never wish any of this on anyone.
I would not suggest any of you go out and get a brain tumor of your very
own, no matter how great the salesman says it is, but I would be foolish not to
recognize, how this experience has given my life a flavor, that others may
never taste. I hope I am not being
overly dramatic, but no matter how close I am, or have been, or will be to a catastrophic
brain event; you simply see life differently when faced with situations that
shake your life and existence to the core.
You begin to think and re-think things that you have long assumed were galvanized
steel.
Don’t
worry. This isn’t the part where I start
telling you, how I have rethought my understanding of God. This isn’t the part where I denounce my
faith, and tell you I have been wrong all along. On the contrary, I have felt closer to Jesus,
then any point in my life. Maybe it’s
because I feel like I need him more than I ever have. Maybe it’s because I finally realize what I
have been searching for in my faith.
I
have done a lot of soul searching over the last month and a half. I realized how much I take my wife for
granted, and how much I desperately need her.
I realized I make great big mountains out of things that are far less
than mole hills. I realized how easy it
has been to pass offenses and bad attitudes down to your children, and how much
more awful it sounds when it comes out of their mouths. I realized that for a man with so many
friends I can truly rely on, and so much family I can count on, with co-workers
whom I can truly call family (not everyone is so lucky), and a church that I
literally must turn away from coming to the hospital on surgery day to avoid
overwhelming the staff and possibly the fire marshal’s suggested occupancy…I
sure complain a lot.
I
never felt as if I had ever truly felt the peace that passes understanding, as
described in scripture. I always felt as
if God have left me for dead at times.
When I look at my life in hindsight, with tumor colored glasses, I can
see what a huge baby I have. No, God did not give me peace in those times,
mostly because I didn’t need it. God gives me peace now, more than ever,
because I need it more than ever. When
my pleas and petition for peace from God, comes back empty and blank, then I
now know, it’s time to check myself.
Is
a one-hundred-dollar vehicle repair bill a bad thing? Not when you compare it
to a three-thousand-dollar repair bill.
Is waking up at 3:15am so you can leave by 4:00am, and get to work at
5:00am, every morning, so bad? Not
compared to being laid off and without work for six months to a year. Is having to treat strep throat, stomach flu,
and sinus infections every single week in one of your kids the disease and pestilence
described in Revelation in the bible?
Not when you have a child dying of bone cancer living in the hospital. Is hearing opposing political, religious, and
social views on Facebook or Twitter really
going to make your head explode? Not when
you have a brain tumor causing blinding and debilitating migraines.
God
gives you peace, when you need peace. I
can’t get angry at God, for not giving me peace for something that essentially
is a “first-world problem”. Do I praise
him when my car gets me all the way to work, with no issues? Probably not.
I sure get pissed off and beg for his mercy when it breaks down on the
shoulder of the road.
For
the first time, in a long time, I am at peace.
I am at peace, when I should be freaking out. I am at peace when I should be anxious and
nervous. This does not me I am with out
concern, or allow worry to bubble up, but I am at peace.
I
sit here in this hotel room, my wife. I
have finished my second to last anti-microbial/viral/bacterial scrub. I have put the last application of inter-nostril
anti-biotic ointment in my nose, and we have finished one of our last pre-op
pray/crying sessions. Now I keep typing,
to avoid going to sleep. Not because I am fearful, but because that is what I
do. If I sleep, I might miss
something. There will be plenty of time
to sleep when I am dead, which I have full confidence in all mighty God will
not happen anytime soon. I know my body
needs rest, but every moment is more precious than the last, because it’s the one
moment you can do anything about.
I
want to live. I want to love. I want to fight. I want to eat. I want to cry. I want to laugh. I want to create. I want to win. I want to lose. I want to share the gospel, and be Jesus to
every human I meet…every one. I am ready
to do that. Life must be different from
now on, otherwise this was all in vain, and I am just a stupid sack of meat,
that got the short end of the stick. I
don’t believe that at all, and neither does the one created me, fearfully and
wonderfully.
See
You Sooooon.