We're stuck in a holding pattern.
Lately, I have seen and heard so many references to one particular
biblical passage: Be still and know that I am God. So that is what
we are doing. The cold, gray and dreary winter we are having seems
to be helping us do just that. We don't go out much. Homeschooling
has slowed to a pathetic crawl once again. We do the bare minimum in
all things, except for Adam's protocol. He continues to walk 3
miles, take a coffee detox, spend 30 minutes in the sauna, and eat a
strict sugar-free vegetarian diet. He travels to the clinic twice a
week for infusions. Everyday is eaten up by his cancer protocol, and
leaves only a handful of hours each week to devote to the business.
Even that is only just creeping along. Thanks be to God, we still
continue to receive donations from family, friends and the community
to keep us up to date on bills. Without the generosity of countless
people, we would have lost the house long ago.
Adam's last MRI in January was
disappointing. His three little peanut-sized lesions from August
have now banded together into a sizable walnut. Both of Adam's
doctors, here and in New York are scratching their heads. His
chiropractor and nutritionist are scratching their heads. Adam is
scratching his head. Nobody can understand it. He is doing
absolutely ev-er-y-thing right. There is no obvious reason as to why
his tumor should still be growing.
But, I keep hearing “Be still and
know that I am God.” Adam's doctor suggested stopping the B17 for
now, and replacing it with something called Salvestrol. He is now
receiving Poly MVA via IV on infusion days. Adam now has the sauna,
thanks to the donations of several organizations, and is faithfully
using it everyday. He continues to hope that these changes will make
the difference. He is still positive and focused on beating this
cancer.
I, however, have changed my view. When
I saw the images of the January MRI on our computer, a part of me
died. The part that thought that anything I could do would save my
husband. I'm not in charge here. God is. And God in all His
perfect Wisdom has deemed it necessary for Adam to go through this.
And for I, his wife, to go through my own related suffering. No
diet, no magic supplement, no exercise regimen or detoxing treatment
will rid Adam of his brain tumor. If God's hand is gently cradling
that tumor, and making it grow despite everything we've tried, than
that is His will. And His will is perfect. After finding my way out
of the emotional devastation of last month, and the unfathomable
disappointment and immeasurable fear of losing my husband, I am now
in a new place. Acceptance and complete surrender. Here is a quote
from a book titled “Trustful Surrender to Divine Providence” for
you to chew on for a minute:
"To remain indifferent to good fortune
or to adversity by accepting it all from the hand of God without
questioning, not to ask for things to be done as we would like them
but as God wishes, to make the intention of all our prayers that
God's will should be perfectly accomplished in ourselves and in all
creatures is to find the secret of happiness and content."
The secret of happiness. It sounds
pretty good, doesn't it? It also sounds a bit crazy. Accepting all?
Like, even the bad stuff? Who would think that accepting poverty,
suffering, humiliation and failure could possibly make us happy?
But, I think it can. Ever since I've turned this corner and started
accepting this past year and a half as entirely within the control
and intent of God, I feel so relieved. A weight has been lifted and
all the soul-destroying fear is gone. Fear of the unknown. Fear of
being widowed. Fear about money and whether we will eventually lose
the house I love, and fear of having to support a family with three
children on my own... it's gone. Well, to be honest it still bobs
up to the surface from time to time (fluctuating hormones seem to
make that happen), but I feel an overwhelming peace. You know the
one. “The peace of God which surpasses all understanding” that
St Paul writes about in his letter to the Philippians. It really
exists, and it's wonderful. It goes against every fiber of my being,
but when I can push my pathetic human reasoning aside, it opens up
into a beautiful and comforting place. If I can find this place,
then absolutely anyone can. My prayer these days is not for Adam's
healing. God knows my preference here. I don't need to tell him
anymore. But, I am asking Him to bring Adam over here with me to
this peaceful place. We are already riding one horrible roller
coaster. Why not let God envelop us with His love and perfect
intention for us, and ride it out filled with joy? Why not, indeed.
