...You receive a phone call from a doctor telling you that your six year old daughter has a brain
tumor, ...how you would feel.
...Having to tell your daughter that she has a brain tumor, ...how she would feel.
...Your child asking, "Am I going to die?" The same thought flashes through your own mind. You give yourself
a mental shake, trying to get a grip on your thoughts.
...Having to tell your family and friends.
...Having to tell your child that they are going to have brain surgery. The scary
thoughts that enter her mind, and yours.
...Waiting through hours of surgeries, CT scans, MRI's, bone scans,
ultra sounds, X-rays, radiation treatments, the pain of spinal taps, surgeries, injections, staples, stitches, and physical therapy.
...Watching your child having to endure the pain and suffering, your own pain and suffering. A totally helpless feeling.
...While washing your child's hair, it starts falling out, in handfuls. Sleepless nights.
...Walking with your child into the hospital and pushing her out in a wheel chair. So many hospital and doctor visits
that you stop counting at 250. The doctor telling you that your child has another tumor, and a cyst.
...Watching your child run and play, and then one day, no more running and playing. Having to watch your child
struggle through everyday events.
...Having to explain to your child why she has to go through the pain and why she can't do things that she use to do.
...Holding your crying child in your arms and telling her that you don't know why she has cancerous brain tumors.
...Your child telling you that she wants to give up, begging your child not to give up - that God has a special
reason for all things to happen, and sometimes we don't understand what that reason is, but God always has a plan for
One night when Brittany was in the hospital, I woke up to see three angels circling around her bed. What a feeling of love and peace
that came over me. Several years later, Brittany told me about a dream that she had one night when she was in the hospital - and I quote,
"There were three angels, one on each side of my bed and one at the foot watching over me. God came into my heart and told me
that he was fighting for my life and that I had to fight too."
We both saw the angels on the same night. Just believe!
I believe that we
will win this fight because of God's promise to Brittany.
"For You formed my inward parts;
You covered me in my mother's womb.
I will praise You, for I am
fearfully and wonderfully made;
Marvelous are Your works,
And that my soul knows very well.
My frame was not hidden
from You, When I was made in secret,
And skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
Your eyes saw my
substance, being yet unformed.
And in Your book they all were written,
The days fashioned for me, When as yet there
were none of them.