The Post I Never Thought I’d Write

I recently reviewed Chasing Daylight: How My Forthcoming Death Transformed My Life, a memoir of a man’s final 100 days after being diagnosed with cancer. As I read it I found myself thinking about what it would be like if I were the one given 100 days to live. Or what if it were my husband? As I read the book I imagined how it would be for us to be the central character in the drama if you will. I never imagined how it’d be to be one of the peripheral characters.

S and D

My brother has cancer. Adult Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia most likely. He got that guesstimate/diagnosis at the beginning of the week, but they didn’t even wait to get more precise than that before telling him to get to Houston immediately. He’s flying there today, and goes to the hospital tomorrow morning to get some more testing done as they figure out his exact treatment plan. Things don’t look all that good.

Update: It’s Acute biphenotypic leukemia. He’s got a combination of Acute Myeloid Leukemia (AML) and Acute Lymphoid Leukemia (ALL). Now we’re all wishing he had lymphoblastic leukemia instead; it’s “better” if you will. That “acute” in the name means that it’s aggressive, and the AML form is NOT a good one to have.

He’s only 41. He has two children, who turn 11 & 13 in August. His 21st wedding anniversary is next month. He eats healthy and exercises and has always been so much healthier than me.

I’m torn between wanting to read everything I can find on ALL, and wanting to ignore it and just pray, without having to know specifics of what it means and what the odds are.

He’s never even met my daughter, the only niece from his side of the family.

I love my brother so much. We don’t see each other often; we live so far apart and he’s so busy with his work, but whenever we do get together it’s always like we haven’t been apart at all. He is so funny, my mom said he had her laughing as he was describing how he was going to be going bald a little sooner than expected.

Times like this I wish prayer was more active. I want to do something, and praying doesn’t always feel physical enough.

Would you pray for my brother? And his family and my parents too?