Kristin and I were informed today that my cancer is terminal. It's not a matter of "if" but "when". It could be the "six to eight months" I was originally given, or it could be five years. People with my scenario just don't survive.
And that's the key really. I have no interest in surviving. That's not the point of this gift of life God's given us. The point of life is to live. I plan to live every moment I can. I plan to celebrate each remaining moment as a gift from God and an opportunity. I plan to kiss my wife whenever and wherever I can. Most importantly, I plan to worship and praise the God who's given me each of these moments.
I plan to live with cancer. This is, I believe, the only life I get. I have no intentions on waisting any second of it with bitterness, anger or dwelling on what might have happened. I'm sure I'll have my self-pity moments... why would I stop now? But I plan to laugh at myself and, occasionally, at you.
Can you do me a favor? Try to accept this with all the grace you can muster. It doesn't help me to hear, "I don't accept that diagnosis." Sometimes God's plan doesn't make sense to us. Just support Kristin and I in whatever way you can and pray that God gives us joy and peace. Don't forget my parents. They're the ones who taught me to choose joy.
I'm, once again, choosing joy.
God bless you all. I hope to enjoy your friendships and laughter for many years to come.
privileged to be under His mercy,
I don't think the way you think.
The way you work isn't the way I work."
"For as the sky soars high above earth,
so the way I work surpasses the way you work,
and the way I think is beyond the way you think.
Just as rain and snow descend from the skies
and don't go back until they've watered the earth,
Doing their work of making things grow and blossom,
producing seed for farmers and food for the hungry,
So will the words that come out of my mouth
not come back empty-handed.
They'll do the work I sent them to do,
they'll complete the assignment I gave them.
Isaiah 55:8-11 (The Message)