His first
round of chemo was a few weeks ago and it did not go well—we almost lost him.
Now he’s facing a second round and we’re understandably concerned. We were told
up front he would not beat this type of cancer. Several doctors pronounced, “Chemo
was his only hope of prolonging his life.”
I can honestly say I’ve never endured such an intense physical and emotional
struggle as I have following the first round of chemo. With each new day of
complications we awoke to face a hope that he would get better, but for what; so
that he could get sick again by chemo, with the chemo not doing any long-term good?
When I kept my focus on the odds, I was miserable.
But now that I’ve been away from the hospital and able to catch up on my
rest, I’m also spending more time in the Word. As I sit quietly in prayer I’ve
realized—I had misplaced my hope. I forgot that, “What is impossible with man
is possible with God.” (Luke 18:27) I forgot to hope in the Lord, not to put my
hope in man or medicine.
But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like
eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. (Isaiah 40:31)
Our “only
hope” is never anything made by man, such as medicine, money, or materialism.
Our only hope is Christ, period. We walk by faith not by sight (2 Corinthians
5:7).
My husband WILL be healed by God, one way or another. Either on this
earth in his physical body, or in heaven in his new body, he will be healed.
And that is the great hope that I, like you, must hold onto. These are trying
times we live in. But there is always hope in Christ. Always.
Find rest, Oh my soul, in God alone;
my hope comes from Him. He alone is my rock and my salvation; He is my
fortress, I will not be shaken. (Psalm 62:5-6)
