My Rock

Sometimes the lemons seem to be just too sour to swallow, and there's just not enough sugar to sweeten it. The last few months have been that way for my husband and I. We are doing our best to keep the information flow to our seven-year-old boy at a trickle, but also not leave him in the dark; it's been a tricky balancing act.

In August, a bomb went off in our lives. Keith's ALL Leukemia roared back into our lives in the form of relapse. There have been far too many moments over the past four months, where I thought I was losing him. These moments I would like to forget, but they have helped me navigate my terror too.
We have also had some good moments. Some seemingly stolen hours together we might not have had before, moments in and out of the hospital that for just that time, we forgot what we were facing and merely lived it together, enjoying each other in as normal of a way as we can. After just one round of Chemotherapy, Keith achieved remission, and the doctors began preparing us for the next hurdle, a Bone Marrow Transplant. Keith's brothers are both half matches, and the middle one was chosen by his doctor as the best candidate, and we are moving forward for a transplant date towards the middle of this month.

After all, we have been through, Keith has been the best. He's endured 4 rounds of Chemo, 2 bouts of sepsis, over two months inpatient, and countless pricks, IVs, and procedures. Thorugh it all he hasn't complained, he just rolls with it and does it all with a smile. Keith has been there for me in my fears and my anxieties. He is as always (even though he's the one facing it all) my rock.

I have loved this man for 10+ years and been his wife for 10 wonderful years, and he's always been there, always willing to help and fixing or finding solutions to whatever is in front of us. Whether it was work, school, infertility, adoption, pets, mortgages, debts, etc. This man never batted an eye but faced it all with grace and a willingness to do all he could to get us through it.

And I am terrified for the next stage in his battle. I am afraid of the countless percentages the doctors throw out there as if that should alleviate my deepest fears, but I'm not a scientist, I'm a liberal art major, and all I can think is what if...

I don't know what to do. I don't want to burden him with my fears about the bone marrow transplant, I don't want him to have any doubts or anxiety. I just wish and pray that everything will be fine. I am calling on anyone who might read this to please lift Keith up in prayer, pray for healing and speedy recovery without complications. I love this man with every fiber of my being, and our story is not over yet. We have so much left to do, Liam needs his Daddy, and Keith is not ready to join the Almighty just yet.

Please pray for Keith.

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