Mourn.  Sometimes, we have to mourn in order to receive comfort. cell phone rang in the middle of a team parent’s meeting at Laura’s gymnastics class. Pedro’s voice sounded worse, but I wasn’t sure if it was because of his facial paralysis or because he really was worse.

“I’m back in the hospital.”

I breathed deeply and gripped the phone. “Why?” I asked as I jumped up and hurried to the lobby. I knew he’d been feeling dizzy lately, and his back was bothering him.

“Doctor says we haven’t killed it. Dizziness from the cancer.”

“What are our choices?”

“More chemo.” Pedro’s voice sounded so discouraged. “Might not work.”


“More radiation.” This time, his voice broke.

“What happens if you get more radiation?” I struggled to sound strong, to not break down and let him know how scared I was.

“Doctor says I’d have Alzheimer’s memory.”

Alzheimer’s at thirty-four?! Impossible! My mind balked at the thought. I’d think about it later; or just erase THAT option from my mind.

“I’ll be there by three o’clock tomorrow,” I assured him. “We don’t have to decide right now, do we?”

“No. Be here soon.”

Early the next morning I found myself on the plane with a vacant seat next to me and time to think. And so I found a way to avoid thinking.

Someone had left a copy of Catherine Marshall’s book Adventures in Prayer in the patient library at UCSF, and during my last stay there I’d picked it up and started to read it. I pulled the book out of my backpack and opened it to the place where I’d left off.

The chapter title seemed to mock me– “The Prayer of Relinquishment.” Oh, I’d given up so much for this cancer. I’d given up my normal life and lived like a nomad. Never in one spot for more than a week or two. I camped out in the office at home so my parents had a nice bed (they moved in with us to help out when Pedro’s condition worsened and he had to go to San Francisco for treatment) and I camped out in Pedro’s hospital room—and that managed to change all the time, too.

Even his doctors and interns changed every two weeks. I often found myself on an airplane with nothing more than my computer and a few pairs of clean underwear and no idea as to where I’d spend the night.

I’d learned to shift for myself in the big city and in the big hospital. I’d given up being shy about asking for help and I’d given up taking a shower at the same time every day. I’d given up time with our girls and time with my students. I’d given up regular meals, regular exercise and regular sleep.

What more could I relinquish? I gave myself a mental shake and settled down to read the chapter. It would take my mind off of the decision that waited like a dark abyss. Intellectually, I knew and acknowledged that God was with us, that He was in control. But as I read, I realized that while I may have given Him control of the situation, I’d never relinquished the desires of my heart.

More than anything, I wanted Pedro back the way he was before he got sick. I wanted my partner, my best friend, and the father of our children. I didn’t want to make all of the decisions on my own, I wanted Pedro to help me and grow old with me.

I knew how to pray for healing. I saw the answers to my prayers every day. But it wasn’t easy admitting to God that I hadn’t let go of my deepest desire.

The time had come. I bowed my head and started writing furiously in my prayer journal. I confessed that I’d been holding on to my dreams rather than holding on to God. I gave God my dreams of normalcy, of a healthy husband and a happy, whole family. Tears wet the page, but I kept on writing. When I finished pouring out my heart to God, I felt completely drained.  I closed my eyes and slumped back in the seat, hearing the roar of the plane’s engines for the first time.

I’d taken a leap of faith as surely as if I’d jumped out of the airplane without a parachute. Like an uncertain child, the first thing that came to my mind was, “Will everything be o.k.?” This time I wasn’t telling God what everything should be.

I opened my eyes and looked out of the window. There, below me, two rivers met and joined, forming a giant ‘Y.’ Coincidence? Probably.

I turned to smile at the flight attendant as she handed me a snack. She looked at me with concern. On a small airplane with lots of empty seats, a sniffling, snuffling passenger can’t go unnoticed. I must look awful. I turned to the window again, hoping to catch my reflection and assess the damage. Instead, the view outside caught my eye. A long, country road stretched across the flat terrain. At three even intervals, smaller roads joined the larger road, forming a perfect ‘E.’ Coincidence? Maybe.

The pilot announced our position and informed us that Mount Rainer loomed off in the distance. I looked out the window again, but the mountain didn’t catch my eye. A large river flowed through an incredibly green valley. The trees growing alongside of the river framed the perfect ‘S’ the river made before it disappeared into a darker forest of evergreens. Coincidence? Most certainly not.

Sometimes, God has to spell things out. This time, I got the message. YES, everything would be o.k.. No matter what ‘everything’ might be.  I had relinquished my dreams and mourned them, and God had spelled out his promise of comfort and presence. (tweet this)

(This took place almost 12 years ago–but each detail is still as vivid as if it happened yesterday–that’s why I want to ‘remember the journey’ and share it with others so that all may know the mighty acts of the Lord (Micah 6:5).

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Anita currently teaches English to 7th-12th graders. She describes herself as a ‘recovering cancer caregiver’ who gives thanks daily that her husband has been cancer-free for ten years.

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  • Dear Anita … I’m praying for you right now, even as we speak. There are no words. But you are in good company.

    And He is there right in the middle of it all.
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    • Thank you for the prayers, Linda. This happened twelve years ago (I realized I should probably make that more clear in the post), but our family can certainly use prayers–some of the long-term effects of Pedro’s catastrophic illness linger to this day.

  • What a beautiful post. deeply touching.
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    • Thanks for stopping by, Kathryn. It’s crazy how God shelters us and guides us in all of life’s storms–we just have to let him!

  • Beautiful! Thank you for sharing so deeply and honestly about your experiences and how God has molded you and grown your faith.
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    • Thanks for stopping by, Sarah. I love sharing my journey because it helps me to remember all the mighty acts of the Lord. :).

  • I love the way God answers our prayers. Sometimes it takes a lot of discernment, sometimes it’s right in front of us. Always, it gives me a smile.

    I hope your family will see this through. God bless you always.
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    • God definitely saw our family through this rough spot, and he continues to see us through each day. Thank you for stopping by!

  • wow, this gave me chills just reading it. Sometimes God has to spell things out for me too, but I love how creatively He does it! I’m am currently struggling with learning to offer prayers of relinquishment (it was a discussion just this morning, actually!) so I so appreciate your post, your honesty and your reminder!

    • I’m glad my story could help out in some small way :). I’m a doer and a planner–so relinquishment is not easy for me!

  • thanks for the reminder to look outside of myself. to look and see what God is pointing to. beautifully written. i am a caregiver too.

    • Thanks for stopping by, Mary Beth. Who are you caring for? Caregiving can be such a lonely task–it’s good to know that there are others out there who are going through similar situations.

  • Thanks for that glimpse into your journey. My 42 year old husband died from a heart attack 13 months ago, leaving me to care for our four kids. God has been amazingly faithful and we continue to see His hand in ways that never surprise me. Thanks for giving that verse. I’ve been trying to find it.

    • Sorry, never cease to surprise me. 😉
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    • Oh, Jenn, I’m so sorry for your loss. May God continue to guide and comfort you and your family as you navigate your grief and recovery. He is by you, each step of the way.

  • Beautifully written as usual! Great reminder to really, truly relinquish everything to God!
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    • It’s painfully hard to relinquish–but the comfort we receive in return is priceless!
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  • It is good to remember the goodness of God.

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  • That is amazing! God knows when we need to see His presence!
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    • Absolutely. He always knows. And He always knows just when to reveal Himself.

  • Wow!! What an amazing story… what a glorious example of faith and God coming through when you really needed him to.
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    • It’s so hard to relinquish our desires and wishes–and I’ll always remember God’s sweet reply to my almost-whiney question ;).
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  • I love this. Chillingly beautiful. 🙂
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  • Beautiful, Antia. I’m so glad you received some dose of comfort right when it was most needed. Life is such an incredible thing.

  • This is beautiful! Sometimes God has to spell it out for us, but everything will be ok, regardless of what “ok” looks like. So glad you were aware enough to see it.

  • Thanks for sharing your story with us, Anita! I was right there with you. Hardest thing to do in life, for me at least, letting go of my expectations. God is always right there, isn’t He? How often I just push ahead. Have a great week!
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