A Record of My Tears

I'm sitting here on the 5th floor of the Wake Forest Baptist Cancer Center as my mother goes through her chemo treatments. We arrived at 8:30 a.m. and she went through her normal Wednesday routine - labs, radiation, oncology appointment and then was to start her chemo treatment. However, they found that her white blood counts were low and so now she has been admitted for blood transfusions. A long day has just gotten much longer.

I came down to a different floor to do some work for a bit, but as I was sitting here a commotion began at the end of the hall and I heard heart-wrenching sobbing. A young lady is crying uncontrollably while her companions try to console her over the prognosis of a family member. I saw a doctor give her a hug and then he walked by me with a very dejected look and slumped shoulders.

A friend just lost her husband to colon cancer, leaving her and her two children behind. Another friend's husband is going through brain cancer. To be blunt - cancer sucks. 

It tears people's lives apart and leaves the broken pieces of loved ones hearts behind. This hospital is a sad place to be as I see people in various advanced stages of the disease pass me by.

As I listened to the young lady down the hall sob, the only thing I could do was pray that God would heal those wounds. That she would find peace in Christ. That the hole in her heart would be filled by Him. But I also know that those wounds take a very long time to heal. 

I long for the day when cancer no longer exists. When pain and death will cease. When the Lord will permanently erase all sickness and disease. But until then I will pray for those who need a healing touch. I will sit in silence with those who need a comforting presence. I will hug those who need a hug. And I will cry with those who weep.

Psalm 56:8 ~

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You Yourself have recorded my wanderings.
Put my tears in Your bottle.
Are they not in Your records?