I had a bit of a flashback when I took a good look at Clara after I gave her "the haircut" today. Same cheeks, same eyes, same sweetheart lips and now the same hair-do as that little baby two years ago. She didn't mind that her golden "locks" were being snipped and buzzed. In fact it should be no surprise she said, "thank you mommy" when I was all done. She looks like an official cancer patient now, don't you think? Ready to fight this cancer!
Brian and I were discussing last night on the phone what we felt is the most difficult part about blogging daily. It's definitely not the lack of "material" rather hundreds of thoughts that we want to share and having a hard time deciding on what to share. I suppose it is a good thing we potentially have hundreds of days left!
Today my mom and I were remembering back to that early morning conversation with the ER doctor nearly 3 weeks ago when he diagnosed Clara with neuroblastoma. She commented it appeared the doctor was rather surprised at how composed I remained. Sure as news settled there were overwhelming tears of uncertainty. But, I also had overwhelming feelings of peace and comfort that have continued with me day after day. Just as Jesus Christ knows our pains of the flesh he knows our heartaches. He carries my burdens as I come unto Him. I know there is no other way, but to seek Him who knows us and loves us.
Clara's hair will grow back, we won't always live in this hospital, we will soon return to our old "normal" life and our own "Sunday will come." No doubt about it. Life is beautiful.