It’s silent and dark past the glowing of the computer screen in this living room, messy room space…
He’s laying on the floor, wrapped in blankets and love, with only the top of his fuzzy head peaking out. The siblings are all with their caregivers already and he just wanted to be close – to not be alone.
He said he wouldn’t sleep, but he has.
Oh my Chase… another Thursday morning, another Thursday cancer surgery. Then, when you were only two and so young in soul and body, I didn’t know who you would be or what would happen – and neither did you. At that point, you didn’t even know what the word surgery meant. Oh, but now you do, my darling old soul, young boy, and I’m both thankful and sorry for it.
Holding to the anchor promise that God doesn’t make mistakes and in this, I hope – even when it hurts. Don’t forget this today, and don’t let me forget it either. This is just another part of the story.
See you on the other side – again, sweet boy.
Moment by moment.
By the time you read this post, Chase will be on his way to the hospital. surgery is scheduled for approximately 7:30AM.
I am praying for you all! God will wrap His arms around you all!