One step at a time

I have to keep telling myself, one step at a time. Otherwise my "let's run scenarios" brain takes over, and all the what-if questions start to run rampant.

Davis had a good night in ICU. He's more stable this morning after the surgery; they drained some fluid from his lung, and relieved some pressure. So he's breathing easier now, and we got him back up to the room this morning so that he's more comfortable and away from all the frantic-ness of the ICU.

So he's doing as well as can be, minus the actual problem of what's causing it all in the first place.

And that's what's scaring me right now. I'm as scared today as I ever have been in my life, waiting for this pathology report. Nothing's been confirmed, but we know it's cancer. How could it be anything else? And we know it's in multiple places in his torso already. I know it's bad; we just need to know how bad. And we need the facts, not what-ifs.

One step at a time.

We're hoping to get the report this afternoon, but it could be tomorrow. We're trying to prepare ourselves for whatever it might be. I know in my head that it's like getting married or having a baby - nothing will ever fully prepare you for it - but we're doing what we can. I know the realities, and I'm not going to blind myself to them. I just don't want to go too far in my own mind today before we get the actual report.

So please pray for strength today. We're gonna need it.

I'm going to say something that absolutely isn't a platitude, because I know it's absolutely true: whatever it is, no matter what, Davis is a child of the King, one who's been baptized in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, and who is always in the loving hands of the all-powerful Creator and Sustainer of the universe, the perfect Son who died for him, and the Spirit who is his helper and counselor.

One step at a time.