My sister was getting on her horse one day when she noticed weakness in one of her legs. She had to help the leg over to climb up. Later she noticed weakness in her hands on the same side. Her friend, a physical therapist suggested she go to the Emergency Room the next day.
Meanwhile, I hurried off to homeschool co-op to teach my Economics and Human Anatomy classes. Between classes, my phone rang. It was my sister. She told me that she was in the E.R.
I asked why.
She told me.
I sat down stunned. My baby sister in the E.R. I worried about the possibility of a stroke. I didn't even think about a brain tumor. When she told me the news hours later after several tests, I felt like I had been sucker-punched. The world was spinning around and around. I couldn't quite find my footing, process, figure things out.
Three weeks later, I was flying north to be with my sister as a surgeon removed a tumor from her brain. They didn't think it was cancerous, but the thought of surgery...on the brain..was a lot to handle emotionally. I was worried, afraid, fearful. All the things I'm not supposed to be. Where was my trust? When the doctor told me the surgery had gone as well as they had hoped and she was recovering, I burst into tears. How is it that I was so sure she would be okay, yet so afraid at the same time. Oh, dear.
As I processed the whole thing later, I realized that the hardest part was knowing how scary this was for my sister to go through. Her pain made me feel terribly sad. Isn't it always harder to see our loved ones suffer than to suffer ourselves.
Meanwhile, I hurried off to homeschool co-op to teach my Economics and Human Anatomy classes. Between classes, my phone rang. It was my sister. She told me that she was in the E.R.
I asked why.
She told me.
I sat down stunned. My baby sister in the E.R. I worried about the possibility of a stroke. I didn't even think about a brain tumor. When she told me the news hours later after several tests, I felt like I had been sucker-punched. The world was spinning around and around. I couldn't quite find my footing, process, figure things out.
Three weeks later, I was flying north to be with my sister as a surgeon removed a tumor from her brain. They didn't think it was cancerous, but the thought of surgery...on the brain..was a lot to handle emotionally. I was worried, afraid, fearful. All the things I'm not supposed to be. Where was my trust? When the doctor told me the surgery had gone as well as they had hoped and she was recovering, I burst into tears. How is it that I was so sure she would be okay, yet so afraid at the same time. Oh, dear.
As I processed the whole thing later, I realized that the hardest part was knowing how scary this was for my sister to go through. Her pain made me feel terribly sad. Isn't it always harder to see our loved ones suffer than to suffer ourselves.
Yet, my sister was brave. She kept her eyes on Jesus, knowing that her life was in His hands alone.
Her faith encouraged mine!
When the anesthesia wore off, it was time to work. Julie went into hard core physical therapy to restore movement to her hands and feet.
She didn't waste time feeling sorry for herself. Instead, she focused on the tasks at hand.
Through it all, my baby sister was brave and full of faith. I have never been so proud of her.
Times like this remind us of how fragile life is. How strange it is that we can be preoccupied with non-essentials. When tragedy strikes, we remember what matters most in life: our families, our friends, and Jesus.
May God bless you with bright beautiful days.
In Christ,
Meredith Curtis
Her faith encouraged mine!
When the anesthesia wore off, it was time to work. Julie went into hard core physical therapy to restore movement to her hands and feet.
She didn't waste time feeling sorry for herself. Instead, she focused on the tasks at hand.
Through it all, my baby sister was brave and full of faith. I have never been so proud of her.
Times like this remind us of how fragile life is. How strange it is that we can be preoccupied with non-essentials. When tragedy strikes, we remember what matters most in life: our families, our friends, and Jesus.
May God bless you with bright beautiful days.
In Christ,
Meredith Curtis
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