Remembering diagnosis day

Life would not be the same

Our lives as we knew it were turned upside down. As you hear those words all priorities change. Life would not be the same. We were heartbroken, starting a process of grieving for what he would miss, what he would have to endure and the impact such an illness would have on our family life and future plans, on his little brother who looked up to him and was his best friend, on school life and how it might impact his plans for the future. There was also the desperate longing for him to not be ‘the child who has cancer’, for us to not be ‘the family of the boy with cancer’, or the object of others’ pity.

But also there was hope in the midst of that devastation. Our faith gave us hope for the future, knowing we will face storms in life, we may walk through the valley of the shadow of death, but we will never be alone. The doctors gave us hope. They were confident, they were clear that there was a treatment plan and we go through and follow it. So that place of not knowing what was to wrong was now replaced with a knowledge of what we were dealing with, leading to an urgency in us to just get on and get started with it. There was to be a little more waiting though as treatment would start on the Thursday to fit with the cycles of that first phase.

In life we don’t know what will come. There are dark nights of the soul. There are times of great joy and celebration. Some days are so long and incredibly painful but taking one moment at a time, breathing in and breathing out, we know that as with creation, seasons come and they go, spring bursts through from winter.

And that was our diagnosis day.

Originally published by Children with Cancer: Source