Scared
Grateful
Confused
Tired
Helpless
Alone
I hate writing this when I have so little information. But yesterday ranks number one on the worst day of my life.
October 9, 2012-the day we found out Bucky has leukemia.
Leukemia.
As in people die from this.
As in my own grandfather died from this 25 years ago.
And if that is what the Lord has in store for us, I am so grateful...
that I met and married Bucky when I was just 18. It has been worth every second.
that we started our little family as soon as we were married. And we had those babies close together.
that Bucky has lots of siblings willing to donate their bone marrow.
that I have the gospel of Jesus Christ, it has brought so much peace to my mind.
But the Lord made the blind to see, the lame to walk. Surely if it is His will, He can heal Bucky.
And so, we are leaving it in the Lord's merciful hands.
"There are great challenges ahead of us, giant opportunities to be met. I welcome that exciting prospect and feel to say to the Lord humbly, 'Give me this mountain,' give me these challenges." -Spencer W. Kimball
And here we are, today, Bucky had a bone marrow biopsy, starting to climb our mountain.
The doctor has told us that it will be about a year of treatment before he is back to normal. Bucky has always seemed superhuman, so I won't be surprised if it is less. :)
Bucky has a prescription he needs me to fill, so he said, "Usually it takes them a little bit, so you just drop it off first, and then shop."
"I know. I've filled prescriptions before," I told him.
"Oh, I hadn't."
Seriously?! Superhuman
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