On the day that my aunt and uncle celebrated their 36th wedding anniversary, she was told that she had pancreatic cancer. That was April 6, 2010.
In a whirlwind of 10 weeks that is rocking our world and yet feels achingly like an eternity the cancer has ravaged her body.
Today they have given her a time-stamp of 3 days to 3 weeks until her body will fail and she will die. That's it, her temporal body reduced to statistics, the seconds and minutes ticking away.
This has been such a difficult post to write. I have struggled with this burden, praying for her healing and knowing that God is fully able to restore her to perfect health . . . yet wondering if the healing will be earthly or heavenly. God has given us so many verses as we stand in the gap for her, yet the doubt creeps in.
My parents just returned yesterday from South Carolina where my aunt lives. She is Dad's baby sister. They went to pray with her, touch her, be with her.
This morning, very early, before the sun even thought about rising the Savior whispered her name and she went to him.