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The coolest.

I am finding it hard to be eloquent so I'll just say that to be able to write the following words is just the coolest thing ever:

Dad's latest oncology report is incredibly encouraging. He is completely off oxygen (although he still uses a small amount while sleeping). He is completely off pain medication. He is sleeping well. His next appointment isn't for an entire month, and the doctor gave him advise for international travel! Not that he had plans to go anywhere, but we all thought that it was a pretty good sign that the doctor thought it was possible. Beyond that, he has had no side effects from the targeted treatment. Our prayers for maximum results with minimum side effects are being answered! We are extremely grateful for any additional time the Lord is allowing. We continue to be diligent in prayer for Plan A: divine and complete healing. All of God's gifts, including healing, are available today.

We honour the Lord who is at work (John 5:17). All along this …

Taste and See.

How sweet good news tastes! That was my exact thought last week when I heard that friends of mine (who had been trying for a while) were pregnant. In the midst of tasting some of life's bitter herbs, the goodness of life just tasted that much sweeter.

This past week our family has been tasting the goodness of God and of life, and we are so grateful!

On Friday, May 10th the girls (minus the two youngest) celebrated Mother's Day with our annual high tea outing.




On Saturday, May 11th we all celebrated Dr. Rev. Dad graduating and receiving his Doctorate of Ministry! Dr. Mark Chapman and his wife, Mary, were kind enough to come to the house as Dad was not strong enough to attend the ceremony and still needed to be on oxygen—unless he was getting his picture taken ;).


Today (Wednesday, May 15) marks five days since Dad started targeted treatment. Gratefully, he has been responding very well. We recognize that it could be a combination of factors but, first and foremost, we praise Go…

A note from Dad.

Hi Dear Friends! 
I have enjoyed observing the Journey to Wholeness through the eyes and heart of our daughter, Jordan. We wanted to provide updates to family and friends from time to time so each could be accurately informed, and I appreciate Jordan volunteering to write a blog.Besides, Jordan is my favourite writer!
Please allow me to add a couple of comments.First, it is somewhat surreal to realize that on April 15 I was in Rio de Janeiro on a missions assignment thinking I was getting over pneumonia, to receiving a preliminary diagnosis on April 17 of lung cancer. So, I have been personally processing the rapidity of this rather unexpected and unwelcome journey. In the complex meanderings of my thoughts and the myriad of my human emotions, I find myself anchored by a verse in ancient Jewish literature (written by another David, mind you) Psalm 31:15, “My times are in your (God’s) hands”. So, I believe, in spite of where this journey takes me, God will have the final word because …

Carried.

I woke up on Thursday, May 2nd in a fog. A few nights of little sleep along with the emotions of the journey had taken its toll. I stumbled into the kitchen after the kids got off to school, made myself some breakfast, sat, and ate it. Friends of my parents were staying with us and the conversation around the table was muted.

After breakfast, I got a grocery bag out and got ready to take my guests to the store. I put my shoes on. I realized that I was supposed to be fasting. I felt like a failure. How could I have forgotten something so important? I had written a blog post inviting you all to join us for crying out loud. I stood at the front door in a daze. I looked at my dad's good friend and said, "I was supposed to be fasting."

He put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Jordan, let the church carry you."

How you all have carried us thus far. There are no adequate words. The gratitude in our hearts overflows. Thank you for joining us in fasting and prayer. We…

Lead well.

We’ve hit a steep part of the climb. We found out most of this news on Wednesday, April 24th. You're finding out now because nothing was conclusive and Dad wanted all the i's dotted and t's crossed before sharing anything.

His cancer is stage 4, aggressive and, according to doctors, not curable. It's in both lungs and also in his spine. The doctors are doing what they can to give us as much time as possible.

This is hard news. Yes. But I need to tell you about when we received the news, as his children, on Wednesday, April 24th.

Everything I just shared with you was shared with us that night. Mom and Dad expressed great thankfulness for the kindness they had received at the hospital and they told us about the wonderful doctor and compassionate nurse. And then Dad, thorough his tears but with deep conviction, said:

"You need to know that Christianity is true. Mom and I haven't given our lives to the cause of Christ on a whim. Jesus is alive. Everything He said…

He is good.

When Dad called us to tell us that he had been diagnosed with lung cancer, we were all in a state of shock. At the end of the call, my brother, Josh, prayed and thanked God for who He is and that we can trust Him with anything. When talking with my sister, Beth, she shared that she had been praying that we would want above all else the Healer, not the healing, and the Saviour, not the saving. It's not what we hold on to in this journey, but who.

My response is usually to write something so I wrote a poem:

I know you are good
It's all that I know
Everything else is uncertain
Your goodness is sure
Your love surrounds me
Your peace is secure
You hold me in the storm
You hide me in your arms
I'm fixed to you—not going anywhere
You will never let me go
For you are good

No one in our family thinks that our journey is the only one. Many of you reading this have walked a similar, or harder, path and have your own stories to tell. Our story is one of many. Our prayer is that our s…