It's Just That Word

I didn't know if I should write this post. For one, I don't want to talk about it. I know that's strange, but everyone else keeps talking about it and I for one, would rather not. I'm not good with these things. I can stay positive and encouraging, but I would rather keep quiet on the subject. Two, I really don't want the world to know and I don't think she does either. But let's be honest, those of you who read this live miles and miles away and do not really know me personally and we could use the silent support. I care for those of you whom I have gotten to know over the years. Yes, I said years. There's a bond here that is hard to explain but is very much real. I need that right now.

My mother-in-law was diagnosed with uterine cancer this past week and the news has rocked our worlds.

It's just that word - cancer - that is so hard and scary to say.

The doctors are very positive. They think they caught it before it's spread and it doesn't appear to be aggressive. She will have to have surgery and they're hoping that the surgery will remove all of it and then she will be considered in recovery. It's very likely that she will not even have to have any kind of chemo or radiation treatments. At this point we just wait. Wait for surgery. Wait for more test results. Wait to see if it's spread at all. Wait. Wait. Wait.

We all spent Saturday night at our house, just hanging out. She said that she doesn't feel like she has cancer and my husband and sister-in-law both seem to be in positive spirits that things will be okay. My father-in-law however, is taking it hard. It's almost as if he doesn't believe it, and we all know he's scared. It may be the most vulnerable I've ever seen him and it may be the most hurtful part of it all.

So when you think of us in the coming weeks, say a little prayer. Say a prayer for strength and for healing and for positive, encouraging days as we travel on this journey. My entire family would really appreciate it.