Exactly two years ago, what we thought was a concussion…turned out to be a cancerous brain tumor.
Two years ago we were going to spend the day downtown celebrating Grace’s golden birthday.
Instead we spent it opening presents in a hospital room.
Exactly one year ago Brad was doing flips at Urban Air in celebration of still having the ability to do flips!
Today, we went to Urban Air to celebrate Grace’s birthday. Brad wasn’t doing flips, but we had fun watching the girls perfect theirs!
Tomorrow Brad will go back to Loyola for five days. On Grace’s actual birthday, unfortunately.
He’s going so he can be continuously monitored via an EEG as they lower his dose of seizure medication. (Good news, just bad timing.)
Timing is a funny thing. I feel like we are living out the movie Groundhog Day. Just stuck on this repeat cycle…
While at Urban Air, my Facebook memories reminded me of the video of Brad doing flips one year ago. (What are the odds we’d go on the exact same day?)
Tomorrow, Grace has another birthday with her Dad in the hospital. We’re thankful we were able to celebrate today, but in a child’s eyes, it’s just not fair.
Part of me can’t believe it’s been two years. In some ways it feels like just yesterday a doctor was telling us Brad has cancer. Another part of me feels like this journey has been SO LONG.
Timing is a funny thing.
While sometimes I sit back and scratch my head and ask, “Why…WHY God?”
I also find myself connecting dots…
An encouraging card comes on the day I need it most.
The right scripture passage in the right moment.
Bumping into the right person at the right time (Like Carl in the waiting room).
A financial gift that covers the bills that come in the mail that same day.
The right song at the right time.
A bag of hand-me-down clothes that fits the girl’s new school dress code perfectly.
The right health book, that we weren’t searching for.
The right people put in our path at the right time.
Needs met before we even knew the need was there.
Catching full rainbows to be reminded of God’s promise.
The right sermon caught on that short 20 minute car ride.
Timing is a funny thing. Or is it?
I’ve tried writing this post multiple times to update everyone on Brad.
I failed multiple times.
I couldn’t get any words out.
Today I know why. God wanted me to connect more dots. He wanted me to be able to share more with you. I needed to go to Urban Air and see the memory from a year ago. I needed to reflect back on these past two years. What I thought was satan preventing me from writing, was actually God saying, “Hold up, not quite yet…”
God’s timing is perfect. All the time. Even when we don’t understand it. (That list above? That’s the tip of the iceberg!)
Coincidences that aren’t coincidences.
Things that have happened, that just don’t make sense.
Over and over again, it’s been a gift that we continue to experience through this difficult trial.
I’m thankful that leading up to another few days apart as a family we get to reflect on all the “perfect timings” we’ve experienced. This blog post is better because of God’s timing. Our hope is that someday the girls will have a better grasp on understanding this as well.
And because of this perfect timing, we know Brad will be on this earth the exact amount of time that God wants him to be. We can set our fears and “what ifs” aside because God knows, and His timing is perfect.
Please pray for us as we yet again walk into some more “unknowns” and time apart.
+That Brad does well getting lowered on his seizure medications (We are hoping for no hiccups through this process!)
+That the girl’s week goes smoothly (We get to play hooky tomorrow for Grace’s birthday 🥳)
+That I can handle an extra crazy schedule (My plan is to spend time with Brad while the girls are at school, and be home with them at night.)
+Thanks for the abundance of love and care that has continued to be sent our way
+Thanks for providing, and continuing to meet all our families needs
+Thanks that Brad continues to improve in all areas of his therapy
We will do our best to keep everyone updated. Thank you for being our prayer warriors!
Being strong and courageous two years later,
Lindsey (and Brad)