Throw back…to the days when this covered his face and screwed his sleeping head to a radiation table. Throw back…to the 33 days when “X” marked the tumor spot and he’d whisper “I’m so brave” with a sigh as he sank into oblivion every morning. The mask has no earthly use now, but I keep it because I can still see the outline of his precious little face and every time I look at it, I’m reminded of what an incredible, awful, and somehow amazing season that was. … #tbt
-MbM-
Wow. You are all so brave… I can’t imagine seeing my child’s face inside that….you are so strong! You encourage those of us who face trials that pale in comparison to what you have faced… Thank you for always giving me perspective in the most loving and encouraging and probably unintentional ways.
That mask reminds you of how great our God is, I’m sure.