Not that anybody deserves to be where my friends Al and Trish are right now, but I can't think of many people who LESS deserve it.
Al and Trish's son Joshua was just diagnosed with lymphoma...we don't know the type yet, so details are sketchy. Josh is a real trouper and he's holding up very well...teenage boy and all that. He's a bright (101.4 average at a tough private school), devout young man who has never known a day without the love and support of a truly amazing family.
I sat next to Trish at choir tonight and she wept quietly while we sang songs of praise. Every once in a while, I could hear her voice, always soft but now more faint than ever, breathing out words that were as much a prayer as a song. Every time she is quiet and still, I am sure her mind goes to a place she would rather not visit.
She's taking her oldest child to a reproductive specialist tomorrow to have sperm frozen. Just in case Josh's treatment prevents him from being able to conceive a child years from now. Trish tries to laugh when she says, "We're savin' grandbabies." She's not very convincing, not when you see that she cried her mascara off about 12 hours ago.
Please pray for Josh and for his family. Pray a prayer that I'm sure they never imagined praying: Please let this be the good kind of lymphoma.
Please let Josh kick this thing's butt. And go on to live a beautiful life and give his mama lots of grandbabies!
JOSHUA: Hebrew, "God rescues."