They say there's no camaraderie like the military.. They say there's no bond like the one you make with the men you went to war with. Maybe they've never been on an oncology floor. We wear masks and gloves instead of helmets for our protection. It is not our rifle that is always with us, but our IV poles. Our enemy is not hiding from us, but within us. Leaving each of us to fight the war on our own. An army of one, until we crawl our of our hospital room foxholes to cross each other in the hallway and connect like magnets.
One of, if not the biggest blessings on this journey has been the people I have met along the way. I have met people in many walks of life, many different circumstances, battling many things. Cancer families draw together and stick like glue. We can't help it. We are drawn to each other because we want to encourage each other as badly as we need encouragement. When fellow cancer warriors say "I get it. I've been there, I literally know how you feel. Hang in there," it's like your sanity finally catches its breath again. A friend. A friend who understands to the depths of their soul.
On the transplant floor I met a girl named Elisha. She had a transplant too. We got to talk quite a bit, mainly during physical and occupational therapy. At first Elisha was facing setbacks. Then she was facing eternity. One day she looked at me and said "I just need hope, you know?" Man, did I know. I knew with that type of know where you know deep down to the depths of you. Hope.
I had the blessing to buy a bible for Elisha and tag and highlight all of the verses in the bible that gave me hope. She received Hope. Hope that transcends this earth! Elisha was fighting through a complicated transplant and today we got word that she wouldn't be fighting much longer.
Like I said, one of the biggest blessings along this journey is meeting wonderful, wise, beautiful, kind, good people. One of the hardest parts of this journey is losing them. I make the best friends.. We get each other, we understand. They're just like me.. And then they're gone. I'm angry and I'm confused and I'm scared. Why does this happen to the most wonderful people? Why have I been to so many of my friends funerals?
I find consolation in the fact that even though it seems they have lost their battle against cancer, truly, they won it. They have overcome! They are healed and whole because they are living with the Lord of all who had beaten death itself, who has overcome the whole world.
It's a chilling reminder of the briskness of a lifetime. Just like me, just like you, and they're gone. Gone from our world, to be with the Giver of Hope. To us they are gone but we know they are home and healed.
We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. Hebrews 6:19
Posted on Wed, September 11, 2013
by Lorelei Decker