Because of the way I am, I always prepare myself for something catastrophic every time Bunny doesn’t call me at the regular times i.e. when she wakes up, when she and DLG are on their way somewhere, etc. The thought that enters my head is, “I hope everything’s okay.”
The other day, my cell phone rang at work at an unusual time when I wasn’t expecting her call.
My thoughts raced and upon answering it, her voice sounded grim: “Honey, I just got some devastating news.”
I came up with a blank. Her voice wasn’t rushed and scared as if something had just happened to her or DLG.
“You remember how I told you that Meggie’s nephew just got diagnosed with a brain tumor?” she said.
Earlier in the week, Bunny got some absolutely heart wrenching news from a friend of ours that the reason her five-year old nephew, Jackson, was having trouble seeing was because he had a brain tumor.
Bunny continued, “Well… it’s inoperable. The tumor is imbedded in his brain stem and it’s impossible to remove with surgery. The doctors are giving him, at most, two years.”
Jackson was diagnosed with DIPG (Diffuse Intrinsic Pontine Glioma).
For me, despite not really knowing Jackson aside from meeting him once or twice, this news seemed to slice through all four chambers of my heart, “I didn’t even know that five-year olds could get brain tumors?” I thought to myself. “How could a little boy who hasn’t even experienced life AT ALL be subject to such a horrible thing?” The thoughts consumed me… and I won’t delve into them all. I can’t even imagine what it must be like for his family.
I know a lot of people read my blog with different religious backgrounds, different beliefs, different denominations or perhaps no belief at all. But I’m here to ask you… keep Jackson Cash in your thoughts and prayers. I wasn’t even in the room when the doctor gave the awful timeline… but them are fightin’ words people. Nothing is impossible for God. Nothing. If a doctor says “two years” I say “F that doc!! We and The Big Man Upstairs can BEAT THIS THING!!!”
You seriously need to go to Jackson’s website and put his precious face with his name. Write something in his journal… I know it would mean so much.
Pray for the F-ing tumor to go back to the hole it crawled out of.