(Maggie’s birthday weekend has been an unforgettably beautiful time. She has had little pain and great energy to enjoy three separate parties at home. We are eternally grateful for all the kindness shown to her and us. Tomorrow morning Maggie and I will go to the Children’s Cancer Clinic at Batson to resume chemotherapy in hopes of putting the breaks on her cancer. Prayers are appreciated. I’ll post an update as soon as possible. Below are a few of my thoughts on her 20th Birthday.)

In the fall of 2017, the word ‘innumerable’ was used for the first time in a report from Maggie’s latest PET scan. Before that one, the tiny cancer spots in her lungs had been either numbered or referred to in conservatively worded amounts – a few, a small number. Even the word numerous failed to trouble me overly much. It still sounded countable and manageable. But innumerable? I know counting small objects in the dark shadows is a time-consuming, daunting task, but come on Dr. Radiologist, give it a try. Don’t go there. Don’t use that word. Don’t give up.

I started to panic. I knew her CEA had begun another upward trend, indicating an increasing tumor burden. But somehow, until that word was used, I was hanging on to hope that standard chemotherapy would work longer. CEA is a general indicator that can have other contributing factors. It means nothing until confirmed with a scan. With confirmation, I then did the only thing I knew to do to cope with rising anxiety. I shifted my focus from the innumerable threats – looking instead to the One who counts stars, numbers hairs, and names birds. And I started counting, too.

As we now face even more – innumerable – challenges, I’m still counting. Blessings, mercies, friends, miracles. Small shafts of light in a dark room. Laughs. Each flower blooming in my yard. Simple acts of kindness like better-than-Chick-fil-A homemade chicken nuggets delivered on a Sunday. A batch of cookies in a hand-colored bag. Photos capturing smiles. More laughs filling the halls. Videos capturing birthday wishes and singing. Balloons. Soft pillows for a tired head. A beach blanket gift for a girl dreaming of feeling sand between her toes. Gifts, visits, texts, messages, and good food. Gratitude is food for the soul. We are satisfied.

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And I count FIVE birthday beads on a strand marking a courageous journey started in April 2014 – one month shy of sweet 16. Now 20. 20 years holding more joy than a lifetime 5 times as long.

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Why, even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not; you are of more value than many sparrows. Luke 12:7