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12 Hours that Changed Our Lives
12 Months that Taught Us How to Live
and
12 Lessons for Christmas
Janice and I wanted to send out an update before we left for Boston to
be with the boys this Christmas. The decision has been made to go to
Seattle for the bone marrow transplant. We will leave sometime in
January or February for at least 3 ½ months. After two weeks of
testing and typing, Janice will have 100 days of treatment before
returning home. I will commute every couple of weeks back to
Nashville for business. We chose Seattle because it is one of the top
hospitals for the procedure she needs and also because we have a great
support system of friends and family that can stay with Janice when I
need to be in Nashville. Needless to say, 2005 will be another hectic,
scary year, but we look forward to a fairly sedate Christmas and New
Year’s celebration.
We are quickly approaching the one year anniversary of Janice’s
diagnosis. I must admit that over the last few weeks, I have been
struck a number of times with the thought that one year ago I was
living life as normal, approaching the holiday season, looking forward
to Elliott coming home and my parents and sister joining us in
Tennessee for Christmas. I had no clue of what was about to invade
our lives.
I
remember the whirlwind day we found out about Janice’s cancer. It all
started with a quick trip to the eye doctor to change her glasses
prescription, the doctor’s words that the problem wasn’t her eye and
his recommendation for an MRI. Our confusion and attempts to act like
it was nothing accompanied us to the hospital. We went home and
received the phone call that they had found a mass behind her eye and
we needed to return immediately to the hospital for more x-rays and a
CAT scan. I vividly remember Janice’s emotional response to the news,
my call to our boys to ask them to come home immediately, standing at
the end of the long hospital hall watching my parents and our friends
the Marshalls hurry to our side. As I think back, the year jumps from
one event to the next: doctors’ visits, hospital stays, trips to the
pharmacy, sleepless night of fear - it all merges into an incredibly
gray fog, which in some ways feel as if we entered it just yesterday
and in others that we have wandered through it for years.
In the middle of this fog, there have been incredible patches of light
and color: friends who have laughed, cried and prayed with us; people
whom we have known for years, and many whom we never knew prior to
last December 29th, who have cared for us, come alongside
us, held us up when we haven’t been able to stand,
All of this to say, it has been one hell of a year. But through it all
we are left with no doubt that God (YHWH-Jireh,
the Lord will provide) has
truly provided all of our needs.
I
have always been very pragmatic about my faith. Even though I have
always known that “the Lord helps
those who help themselves” is not scriptural, I must admit
that most of my life I based my day-to-day faith on this phrase as if
it were indeed a scriptural principle. I must say now that there is
nothing like cancer to bring one to their knees. I know that no
matter how much I “help myself,”
life is out of my realm of control: God is in control. Normally, these
words tend to flow off my lips with little or no thought, but when
pondered, I realize that as a human who wants to work hard and control
my destiny, the thought of doing so is almost laughable. In the realm
of what matters, I control little to nothing. My task in life is to be
a good steward of what I have been given, good/bad, sickness/health,
better/ worse.
I
realize now that God has been preparing me, my whole life, for this
year.
Finally, here is my list of twelve lessons I have learned over the
past year - twelve prayers for you this Christmas:
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Love your wife (spouse)
– My love for Janice has always fallen somewhere between the verse
that calls your wife a help-meet and Tom Cruise’s words to Renee
Zellweger in the movie, Jerry Mcquire,
“You complete me.” This
Christmas I am overwhelmed, more than ever, with the thought that
without Janice, I am only half of a person; with her is the only
time I feel complete. I panic at the thought of loosing her. Our
bond is sacred, ordained of God,
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Love your children
– This parenting thing is strange. You decide to have children when
you are ignorant enough to not have a clue what you are getting
into, like buying a puppy, and before you know it your home is
inhabited by this little thing that poops and farts and then it
outgrows it’s cuteness and starts to smell like dirty tennis shoes
and it talks back. I have always had a tendency to mock parents who
make a big deal of the empty nest syndrome. But now Janice and I
find ourselves alone, like two birds sitting in a crudely
constructed circle of twigs and string, surrounded by broken shells,
wondering how the time passed so quickly. Elliott and Taylor now
live over 1,000 miles away in Boston, and our home is quiet and
feels empty. In the midst of all this change I can’t imagine what my
life would be without my sons. I am proud of how they have handled
this year of crisis, proud of how they have risen to the occasion
and have begun to tackle the long journey towards becoming men.
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Appreciate and love your parents
– I wrote in update #23, “Don’t ever take your mother (parents) for
granted; at some point you may need what they have always been
willing to provide.” My parents brought me into the world, gave me
life, and modeled Christ in our home. Even at 52 years old, when I
found myself feeling lost and overwhelmed in the last year, they
were the first people I called. I realize this isn’t easy for
everyone, not everyone is blessed with parents like mine.
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Pay attention to your friends
– Friendships truly are the best gifts in life. Janice and I have
been overwhelmed by the love, prayers, and affection of our friends
during this year. Instead of isolating ourselves, we have told the
truth and opened our lives to those who accept us as we are – broken
and scared. They have been our strength when we have been weak.
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Embrace your church
– We attend an incredible church, St. B’s (Bartholomew’s) as we
affectionately call it. When I was discussing our church with a dear
friend, Al Andrews, he said, “You know what I tell people when they
ask me why I go to St. B’s? I say it is because the worship team is
in the loft behind me, the cross is in front, and everyone in the
pew belongs in a 12 step program.” Our church is a body of believers
comprised of life’s wounded. As good as our lives seemed to be up
until last December, we now dwell in the ranks of the wounded. The
blood of Christ which flows off His cross washes over us each week
and reminds me that, “Surely he
hath borne our grief and carried our sorrows; he was wounded for our
transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement
of our peace was upon him.” (Isaiah 53: 4a-5).
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Give thanks for your health
– This has been the focus of our year. In spite of Janice’s multiple
myeloma, she has remained in fairly good health. Unlike other
myeloma patients, she does not suffer from pain. She is currently
in remission, and though we know this stage won’t last, we thank God
every day for her progress.
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Appreciate each day
– Jeremiah 29:11 “I know the
plans I have for you…plans for your welfare and not for harm, to
give you a future with hope.” Live in the present – we
never know what tomorrow holds for us.
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Put your possessions in perspective
– When is enough, enough? What is it that I really need? This
Christmas season, Janice and I really don’t “need” any gifts. We
have all that we need – each other, our boys, the peace of Christ,
and hope for the future.
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It’s not all about me
– Donald Miller, in his book
Blue Like Jazz makes this profound statement: “The most
difficult lie I have ever contended with is this: Life is a story
about me.” This year I have seen this lie for what it is. While my
story always played center stage in my life, I have learned that
everyone around me has their own story. Ours for the most part has
been Janice’s cancer, but it has been mind boggling how many others
have their own traumas and disasters. We need to tell each other
our stories, for an example of survival and a source of hope.
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Experience God’s presence
– The world is a loud, crass whore who screams suggestive remarks at
us, flaunts her body and tries to lure us into her web. Lately, the
world seems insane and most people appear to think it’s acceptable
or normal. This year has taught us to desperately try and focus on
the giver of truth,
His reality, and what
He deems important
for our lives.
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Make space for His advent
– The month of December is a time to wait for the coming of the
Christ. Most of us are too busy to practice the concept of waiting.
For us this year has been a year of waiting: for doctor reports,
test results, improved health, etc. It has been an incredible
experience this Advent to be able to wait and focus on the coming of
Christ. When we wait for Him, He never fails to come to us and
embrace us with love. Our prayer this season is
Come thou long expected Jesus, born
to set Thy people free. From our fears and sins release us; Let us
find our rest in Thee.”
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Bow before the Christ Child
– Janice wrote in her book One
Silent Night, “No matter how life changes, each year the
baby can still be found in the manager,” He is here, he is not
silent. He makes his presence known in the cry of a baby, the
softness of His skin, the smell of a newborn. Alive, tangible,
Emanuel, God is with
us. He is our hope and salvation in a life that quite often makes no
sense at all…we are not alone.
And now, may the
Lord bless you and keep you,
may the Lord make
His face to shine upon you and give you peace.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year,
Jim and Janice
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