Tuesday, April 5, 2011

My Littlest Hero

While most of you may know this story, I thought I would write it anyways. It isn't truly my story, I haven't lived the fear and pain of it, so really I am just borrowing this story.
Last summer I was sitting, sipping tea with my Nana discussing why God allows pain in the world, and how false the idea is that, when you do good things, bad things wont happen to you. WE had started considering going out for dinner when the phone rang, my terribly upset mother on the other end. It seemed that my little niece, Taylor, had been taken to hospital. It was at that moment that the word "cancer" was introduced into my intimate vocabulary. Denying the possibility, Nana and I rushed to meet my sister, Morgan, and brother-in-law, Ryan. As we stepped into the little curtain-walled room, the doctor was explaining the situation. Morgan and Ryan's face's were blotchy from crying, and Taylor lay squealing in discomfort. When the doctor said it was almost certainly cancer... I went to the bathroom and hung my head over the toilet. This can't be happening, is all I kept thinking.

Less than an hour later Taylor and Ryan were on a plane headed to Children's Hospital. Morgan and I packed, and took the ferry to meet them. The next few days were strange, things seemed to fall together so well, and yet at the same time were so terrible.

It has been seven months that Taylor and her momma and papa have been fighting the leukemia that is trying to take my nieces life. And they are winning hands down! I am so proud of how all three of them have handled it. Taylor has developed so much mentally, and is definitely in the middle of her 'terrible twos'. Morgan and Ryan have been such an amazing example of trusting in God in the face of suffering.

But, mainly, I am thankful. Thankful Morgan took Taylor to the hospital that Sunday. Thankful for the staff at Children's Hospital. Thankful for the amazing couple that opened their home to Morgan, Ryan and Taylor for the months they have had to stay in Vancouver for treatment. Thankful for the abundant support churches and organizations have given. And thankful to God for his healing hands on the entire family. He has been so obviously in every step of this journey, and I am always so encouraged in hearing the reports from my sister.
Taylor will be finishing her treatment in June or July, and I am so excited to have my little niece back! She is such a beautiful child, both inside and out! God is so good!

1 comment:

  1. This was a teary read for me...reliving the initial shock, fear and disbelief we all experienced when we first found out how sick Taylor was. But, it is also a testimony to God's grace and love for us, and how with Him we can get through all of life's trails and tribulations. It is not a journey I would wish on anyone, but I am so proud of our little girl, and of my 'little girl' and her awesome hubby!