Hidden treasures

There are blessings that we never anticipate we will have or need. Back in April of 1997 I met the love of my life. I didn’t know it then, but the special way God orchestrated our relationship back then would bring a beautiful treasure to my life now without him.

We casually met in ’97, but we didn’t see nor talk to each other for a full year. It was not until 1998 that Jonathan and I began dating. We had a few magical days together in my hometown of Xalapa, Mexico during the month of May, but soon our relationship became long distance. God was bringing us together not only from living in two different cities, but belonging to two different countries, and the practicalities of that settled in fast. We saw each other two other times before he traveled back to the US after a two year period living in Mexico. From that point on, and for the next 20 months, we enjoyed only a few in-person short periods, many hours on the phone and, praise God, a nice stack of written correspondence.

Those letters are a treasure today.

Jonathan’s physical presence left us four years ago today. Life has been hard. God has been gracious. I have felt infinitely lonely. I have lacked nothing. Time has frozen. The world has not stopped. All of it: grief, contentment, despair, joy. Pain is deep. God is with us. Our hope doesn’t disappoint.

And in the midst of it all, I have sweet letters.

I have ordinary letters telling the story of two young people trying to figure out what God has in store for their future. Experiencing strong feelings for each other, doing their best to encourage, to keeping things real, and to be honest about dreams and fears.

There is plenty silliness and “everydayness” mixed in. But the story these pages tell is not just a memory, and that is such a blessing today. A have a little testament of what God was doing over 20 years ago, and I can distinguish a clear theme; a loving God who was guiding us and keeping us, gently leading us to know Him more. In all of these years the theme has not changed.

October 6, 1998

“I know that my true identity is Christ and that if I seek after Him, I will not be dissapointed. Only He brings fulfillment, only through knowing Christ may we know our true identity. I just pray that by His grace He would remind me of that fact more often and that I would not stray from Him.”

He remained faithful. He is still faithful.

The awareness of today is painful. We will visit a grave knowing that we have a promise of eternal life. And we will continue walking.

And I will have the words of young Jonathan to remind me that Christ will always be my fulfillment, that my identity is safe in Him, and that I ought to diligently pray I would never stray from Him.


Two Years

It is very hard to wrap my mind around the fact that it has been two years since Jonathan went home. I cannot describe with words how much I miss him. By God’s design, marriage merges two people into one in all possible aspects of life. With sweet stubbornness, the word privacy begins to disappear among the spouses; everything is shared and known. This is profound, and it is good. So, in physical death, it is not one of two that departs, rather it is the whole half of oneself that is missing, forcing grief to be carried in a different way than other kinds of equally painful losses. I guess that is my way to say I miss my husband every day, every morning that I wake up without him, every night that I go to bed alone, and every in-between-moment that should be shared with him.

But in two years there has been a stronger constant in the middle of all my pain.

I have reflected on this often, what is the purpose of this life if not to one day transition from what we know here to the promised life that will not be interrupted again?

Jesus came to defeat death with death. In Him, we actually live for the day we die. All that we say and do should be shaped by this hope. The hope of closing our eyes here and opening them to His perfect presence, to the joy that we were originally created for.

All the beautiful things in life are intended to reflect the beauty of their creator. Death is painful because it temporarily interrupts that beauty. Grief is appropriate. But we have to remember the whole point of the Gospel; eternal death has been defeated by Christ’s death on the cross to give way to true life, to true beauty and perfection. To a life no longer tainted by sin, pain, or interruption.

How do we live with this tension as we wait? We choose to trust.

We trust because God is faithful. Because He supplies in unexpected generous ways and we lack nothing. Because we are His bride in a marriage that won’t ever be interrupted; He will never forsake us, it is His promise. We trust because we are the body of Christ, and when one (or four) member hurts, the rest of the body cares for her (the four of them) in a way that redefines gratitude as a way of living. We trust because we have a cloud of witnesses that have gone before us declaring God’s goodness until their earthly end (oh how my own husband’s life and words minister to me here!). We trust because death has been defeated and our Hope is anchored firmly.

And we trust because while we wait for our own transition to our eternal home, we have a purpose, a mandate, a job; that this same Hope may be heard, understood and embraced by those who have not heard or have not responded to it yet.

Physical absence is still painful after two years. But eternal Hope does not disappoint.


Because He Lives

Because He lives
I can face tomorrow
Because He lives
All fear is gone
Because I know
He holds the future
And life is worth the living
Just because He lives

God’s pursuit of our hearts begins way before we know to recognize it. Years ago, I attended a funeral of a family saying good-bye to their young child. I vividly remember the impact it had on my life hearing them sing in the middle of their sadness. I could not understand it. I didn’t know Christ, and I had never seen anything like that before.

I didn’t know it then, but God was pursuing me and He used that experience to impress my heart.

A few hours ago, we gathered around Jonathan’s bed and we began singing. His breathing was shallow and labored.

And then one day
I’ll cross the river
I’ll fight life’s final war with pain
And then as death
Gives way to victory
I’ll see the lights
Of glory and
I’ll know He lives

Jonathan closed his eyes in this world and opened them to His heavenly Father as his family and closest friends sang the very words God had used years ago to begin drawing me to Himself. In God’s economy, nothing is wasted. He sees what we can’t see. He knows what we don’t know. He can be trusted.

Thank you for every prayer, every word, every demonstration of love and support. Jonathan left entrusting his family to His Heavenly Father, knowing we will not be alone. We love you. We are grateful. We are still in the journey.

In the blink of an eye we will be together again.


One Day at a Time

God’s provision looks different depending on the circumstances, but it is always fitting. And it is always timely.

Last night, I stayed up late writing an update about the last three weeks. I wanted to share about our good days in the middle of this hard journey.  I wanted (and still want) for everybody to be encouraged as we have been encouraged by the good gifts that the Lord has given to us these days. I wrote it. I didn’t post it. God knew what today would bring and He was providing for what I would need today.

This morning was very rough, but before you read about it, be encouraged by the ways God has orchestrated everything.


God’s mercies are new every morning.  I’ll say it again. God’s mercies are TRULY new every morning.

A lot has happened in almost three weeks since the last post. We celebrated Jonathan’s 43rd birthday on August 13th. His whole family was here and it felt like a glorious day.  Jonathan pushed himself as much as he could and ate better than he had in weeks -meaning three or four spoonfuls of food, plus a bite of cake, as opposed to only one or two spoonfuls per meal. Next day, he felt so bad that he made the decision not to eat solid food again.  It was very difficult. In my mind, food is nutrition and nutrition sustains our physical bodies. We would rely only on protein shakes. By August 18th he was feeling very weak averaging only one or two shakes a day. That day, a friend let us borrow a juicer and Jonathan drank about half a cup. Over the next days, we had some good and other not so good days, but his general interaction began to improve, his nausea and acid reflux also got better and his juice intake slowly increased. By August 24th, normal body functions were still a constant torture to Jonathan’s body.  At that point, we had a hard conversation when he clearly expressed feeling like he was having more days, but not better days. He decided not to have shakes anymore. He would only do juice. Perhaps the juice would be better tolerated by his stomach.  This was a last try. He was very tired.

But God’s grace is vast beyond compare.

Not only God gives us strength and sustenance each day, but He also showers us with unexpected, beautiful, undeserved gifts. On Saturday the 26th, our small group and our soccer friends teamed up to allow Jonathan the opportunity to watch our youngest play. It was wonderful. Jonathan felt well enough to make it to the soccer field. The joy of being surrounded by the kids he has couched for years by far outweighed the effort it took to be there. The 28th Jonathan had the opportunity to visit with several of his closest friends who came from different parts of the country, and even from overseas, only to chat with him for a couple of hours. It was an irreproducible moment of honesty and true everlasting brotherly love. This past weekend, we spent Labor Day with Jonathan’s parents and siblings as well as my mom. Jonathan talked, laughed, cried, played. Despite his limitations, he enjoyed his family.  During these days,  Jonathan has continued drinking natural juices as his only source of nutrition. The benefit his body has received is obvious and simply incredible. Jonathan’s GI track is working a lot better. His discomforts have decreased, he is awake most of the day, and his interaction has improved significantly. We can only see God’s merciful hand in all of these gifts. We keep asking for a miraculous and complete healing for Jonathan. But God’s love for us is so big that as we wait for Him to show the way He will provide for that complete healing, whether on this world or in heaven, He is granting us many smaller yet incredible miracles. He is granting us better days, and not only more days. One day at a time is a gift to enjoy and to celebrate.

Recently, I have thought about and better understood the words that first our doctor, and later nurses and social workers kept repeating when they explained hospice care to us: our goal is to take one day at a time. That goal is very real to us right now. It is not just what we say when we feel tired after a long day of work, or when we are overwhelmed trying to finalize a project, or when our children get the best of our otherwise normal personality.  In those moments, the phrase is valid, don’t get me wrong. But under hospice care, that phrase is different because it is totally deprived of the possibility of switching gears. There is no further plan, there is no break. One day at a time has a very literal meaning these days. It is not easy, but surprisingly, it is helping us appreciate God’s new mercies in a deeper way every morning. We get our manna for today. There are no left overs. But fresh manna for tomorrow is guaranteed.

We celebrate these good gifts knowing that you celebrate with us. Thank you for your relentless prayers and constant demonstrations of love.


And God provided manna for today.

Around 3:20am,  Jonathan woke up saying he needed help and immediately began to gasp for air.  The episode was unexpected, long, scary. By the time the hospice nurse arrived, his breathing was still very labored, but not as distressed. The nurse put him on oxygen and gave him morphine and Jonathan was able to relax.

Jonathan is more stable right now, but this episode has initiated a process in which closing his physical eyes here to open them in the presence of His Savior is the imminent reality. A reality that is hours or maybe days away rather than weeks. It hurts deeply to face it, but God ministers to our hearts in a special way. He reminds us that HE will remain our anchor no matter what.

Our day has been uncertain, but we have not been alone. Our family and close friends have been with us. We feel loved, surrounded, cared for. But we hurt, our kids hurt, our families hurt. Continue to pray with us as the Spirit leads. He receives the glory.


Divine Paradox

It is hard to describe the last few days, not only because they have been difficult, but mainly because they have been unexpected. Honestly, when Jonathan began having motor challenges due to tumor growth back in December, I knew that some sort of physical disability could be a reality for our family. In my mind, it was clear that having a permanent weak arm, or using a brace, or a cane could be our “new normal.”  As we processed this reality, God provided a way for us to sell our tri-level house and to move into a new home where Jonathan would have all he needed in the main level.  As his left side weakness worsened towards the end of May, a wheelchair began to replace the cane in my thoughts. As frightening as this idea was, I felt we would be fine. I would probably need to stop working in order to make my husband’s work a priority. I almost envisioned myself helping him getting ready every day, driving him to the office, and typing for him. I imagined life would be hard, but we would be fine.

In July,  Jonathan got very sick. He got weaker that I had ever seen him. As we were trying to get him better from (what we thought only was) a GI hurdle, we discovered that the tumor was moving into his brain stem, and what had once been just a scary thought became real. We needed more treatment; more chemo and more radiation. I would not return to work. In fact, I would need to become a full time helper to Jonathan since it was now evident that his left side would not go back to normal. Rather, it would only improve some, if treatments worked. Processing all of this was hard, but Jonathan and I have always been a team and I could picture us teaming up to make things happen. We would need to rearrange our activities and priorities, but we could do it; getting him dressed in the morning, driving him to work, going to PT and OT regularly, typing for him. I knew it would be hard, but I was ready. We had a plan. It always feels good to have a plan. First, we needed to get his GI system back on track, then complete radiation as he began oral chemo. Six weeks later, second oral chemo… hopefully all towards a successful arrest of the tumor. We would be fine.

Then, last week happened. Hospice was called. As we initiated the process, my mind quickly built new expectations. We would stop treatments, Jonathan’s body, now free of toxic treatments, would regain some strength, and we would enjoy sweet family times for many days. That would be fine.

We have now been in hospice care for a week and my expectations have been shattered as quickly as they were built. Hospice workers are a blessing. They are sensitive people who strive to support the patient and his family in every possible way. But hospice is impossibly difficult. It means coming face to face with an undesired reality and with decisions one wishes never having to make. Jonathan’s health continues to deteriorate and there have been curveballs that I never envisioned. Things are not fine, but God’s promises remain.

So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.

During this sad, hard week, I have struggled with what has felt like contradictory concepts in my heart. For days, I have felt that one side of me is begging for a miracle from the Lord; knowing that it is medically impossible for Jonathan to recover, yet believing that God designed Jonathan’s body and He is in absolute control over each one of his cells. He rules over the laws of the natural world. He commands the universe. The other side of me is willing to accept that if God choses for Jonathan’s body not to recover in this world but to receive ultimate healing in His presence, He can be trusted. His plan for our family is still good and perfect. He will carry Joanna, Daniel, David and me through. He will not forsake us.

These two seem impossible to reconcile. They seem opposite. But the Bible teaches both. The Lord delights in His children’s prayers. By God’s infinite grace, we have access to the throne of grace to find mercy and help in time of need. Because of Jesus’ blood, we have the freedom to let our requests known to God by prayer and supplication. I can keep begging for a miracle. God is not offended. He sees my heart. He hurts with me. Illness is not part of His original plan. And in the same breath I can confidently say “not as I will, but as you will.” Jesus himself taught us that. He begged for a different outcome, yet He modeled for us what it looks like to have complete trust in the Father’s perfect plan by willingly saying “your will be done.”

We don’t say “your will be done” because we lack faith in God’s power over His creation. And we don’t ask the father for a miraculous intervention because we don’t trust that He may have a better plan for us. Both, asking and submitting are acts of faith and they can coexist. It is a divine paradox that ultimately reflects God’s character; He is powerful and He is sufficient.

These are long days. They are hard. We keep praying with open hands to the God that knows all things and that loves us relentlessly. We pray that His name will be glorified.

Let us consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us. 

He is faithful. He can be trusted.


The Anchor of Our Souls

This is not a post I want to write.

Wednesday afternoon, I had a very hard phone conversation with our neuro-oncologist. I asked him to be very honest on what we were facing medically given Jonathan’s continuous and rapid decline despite completing the radiation treatment. He explained to me that he had been hopeful that radiation would bring improvement, but that by now, it was clear to him that Jonathan’s symptoms were speaking of disease progression. He said that we had reached a point in which treatments were hurting Jonathan more than helping him -we all know that both, radiation and chemotherapy are toxic and harmful not only to cancerous cells but to healthy ones as well. He gently explained that it was time to switch our focus from fighting cancer to having the best quality of life possible and spending time as family… That is not what I wanted to hear. I wanted to hear that there is a new experimental treatment, or that there are some medicines that he had in his back pocket, or that perhaps these symptoms were not tumor related and could be resolved soon; that we could resume our lives of living with cancer and having clear quarterly MRI’s for years to come.

But he did not.

We decided to schedule an appointment for this morning along with an MRI before we made final decisions. The MRI this morning revealed that, as the doctor anticipated, there are new areas of tumor growth that are on an opposite side of where we were currently treating. That means that while we were targeting one area, the disease was spreading to another place. This explains the symptoms that Jonathan has been recently experiencing and why the current treatments didn’t seem to be working effectively.  Medically speaking there is no reason to keep putting Jonathan under such aggressive treatments. So our doctor helped us made the decision to call palliative care.

Our afternoon was long and emotional. We have always been intentional to communicate with our children as openly and clearly as possible. This time, the news was hard to convey, and their many tears made evident that they understood well the implications of this shift. We hugged and cried quietly together for a long time. Jonathan keeps shepherding our family well and in the midst of his exhaustion, found energy to encourage his children to trust in God’s goodness even in the middle of this.

The pain is so deep and the fears are very real. But God’s character doesn’t change. His love for us doesn’t change. Jonathan and I have always loved the Biblical image of the anchor. Hebrews 6 says that the hope we have in Christ is an anchor of our souls. We need an anchor. The circumstances around us feel like a storm tossing us back and forward; there are many uncertainties, we face realities that are physically and emotionally challenging. We need an anchor that keeps us from being swept by the waves. And we have that anchor in the hope we have in Christ. While life is uncertain, our salvation is certain. While our reality is challenging, our future hope is glorious.

We go to sleep with heavy hearts. Hearts that struggle to make sense of our reality. Hearts that keep begging our Almighty God to intervene in a miraculous way and to receive the glory for what only He can do. And as we beg, we also trust His perfect ways. We know that He goes before us and behind us, and that He will never forsake us.

Praise the Lord, all nations! Extol Him, all peoples! For great is his steadfast love toward us, and at the faithfulness of the Lord endures forever. Praise the Lord! ~Psalm 117






God’s Provision

I know that I use the word “grateful” very frequently. But I cannot find a better word to express what God’s provision produces in our hearts. Even when we find ourselves in a drought, His fountain never runs dry.

I am grateful for so much. I am grateful for excellent medical care. I am grateful for family visiting and helping around. I am grateful for an incredible community that gives generously. And I am especially grateful for constant prayers and words of encouragement. Occasionally, people ask if they are being intrusive or if we get annoyed by their offering help or encouragement. No. We do not ever get tired. We need the help, the words, the prayers. God uses each of them in powerful ways.

We keep praying for healing. God heals in different ways and we are learning how healing is coming to us.

The past few days have been hard physically, emotionally, and spiritually. Throughout all his past treatments, Jonathan’s body remained strong, but the cumulative effects of these treatments have made him more vulnerable, and the recent chain reaction of sorts that he is going through has been medically difficult to tackle.  Last week Jonathan began to take a medicine that is typically used to treat stomach ulcers. We think this is helping heal his stomach.  On Thursday he was able to eat 1/4 cup of apple sauce. Over the weekend we slowly increased the number of times and the amount of food he ate and he is finally eating three very small portions of food a day. No vomiting! We count that as great progress.

Overall, he still feels uncomfortable and eating takes a big effort. A common short-time side effect of radiation is fatigue; Jonathan’s is severe. A few minutes of interaction are enough to drain his energy. He is choosing to whisper since speaking takes too much out of him, and he sleeps most of the time. It pains me deeply to see my husband feeling this sick. It is frustrating not to be able to do more in order to help. But my heart grows with admiration at Jonathan’s humble endurance of his current condition and his determination to do what it takes to get better. He has not complained once.

Today, he completed his radiation treatment. During these past ten days, he was given IV fluids after each beaming session. Starting tomorrow, we have to make sure he stays hydrated at home. Please, continue to pray that his stomach will heal completely and that  we will soon be able to focus on tumor treatment and not only on the effects of treatment. We will be in touch with his neuro-oncologist this week to determine our options ahead.

The Lord is my portion, therefore I will wait for Him.



August 2nd

“Behold, I, I myself will search for my sheep and will seek them out… I will seek the lost, I will bring back the strayed, and I will bind up the injured, and I will strengthen the weak.” ~Isaiah 34:11,16.

God knows our every need. He provides what we need to continue walking every day. Only He gives us the strength to trust Him, even when we cannot see what the next day will bring. This is the kind of assurance we have, one that tells us that He will take care of His sheep. We keep walking and we keep asking our good Shepherd for guidance and ultimately healing.

This morning Jonathan completed 6, out of 10 radiations. Radiation is going well, but Jonathan’s GI discomfort has not improved much since we left the hospital. He has not been able to keep food down, except for protein shakes. We met with his doctors today and both agree that even the location of the tumor could be aggravating the symptoms that Jonathan is having. Cancer patients, in general are more susceptible to get infections, and the use of steroids makes them prone to develop yeast and to get sensitive stomachs. They decided to add a stronger medication that will provide better coating for his stomach and also to treat for yeast. They will also give Jonathan an IV every day after his radiation to keep him hydrated.

For the time being, until we finish radiation and Jonathan stomach gets stabilized, we will continue to wait to take oral chemotherapy. His doctor reminded us that even though very important, adding it at this moment could hurt him more than help him. We are very glad that despite this GI issues, Jonathan is able to handle both radiation and IV chemo. And we are grateful for the way his doctors are personally involved in his care carefully ruling out problems and treating as much as they can at once without putting him at risk.

Please, know that your concern and love keep us encouraged. There are moments that feel dark, but we know our Shepherd is watching over us and his hand won’t let go of ours. We keep hoping because He is the one that gives us the very air we breath, the one who created us, knows us, and can restores every cell in our bodies.

Please, pray that the medications just added today will be effective in healing Jonathan’s stomach.

Pray that Jonathan’s stomach will soon be ready to keep food again so that his body will get the nourishment he needs to continue his treatment.

Pray that we won’t get discouraged and that will abide in His Word every day.

To the One who can give us strength when we are weak, to Him be the glory!



Specific prayer

Patience is not an easy or natural state for many of us. But patience is a part of the fruit of the Spirit and He gives it to us when we ask for it.  I need patience.

Jonathan is still not eating or drinking as well as he should be, although we have seen improvement.  It is hard not to think that he needs to start a new drug soon, a drug that will make him ill before it gets him better on top of the way he already feels.

His next radiation is tomorrow morning and then we need to decide if he will take his oral chemo or not. Please, help us pray specifically.

Pray that his GI track will get significantly better overnight.

Pray that we will have wisdom to make the right decisions tomorrow.

Pray that we will be patient.  The Lord has not left us before. He will not leave us now.



At home

We made it back from the hospital yesterday afternoon. It is good to be home!

Jonathan’s lab work looked good when we left. Today, it has been a day of rest for him. The fatigue caused by a hospital stay plus three radiation treatments while recovering from gastroenteritis is serious. He spent most of the day asleep.

His GI discomfort is not completely gone, but he was able to eat and drink a little better today. We have small attainable goals every meal and he is reaching them like a pro. We continue to pray and work diligently to keep him stable and hydrated, which for tonight means to sleep in his recliner all night long in order to prevent acid reflux, which makes him vomit.

The plan is to get in touch with his oncologist on Monday to determine if Jonathan is ready for oral chemo.

Thank you for your consistent love towards our family and thank you for your prayers.


July 27th

O Lord God of host, who is mighty as you are, O Lord? with your faithfulness all around you?    ~Psalm 89:8

Yesterday was busy. From early on, doctors and nurses came constantly in and out of the room, all working from their areas of expertise to help Jonathan.  Labs, scans, X-rays, speech therapy evaluation, occupational therapy help, neuro-oncology and radiation oncology visits.

As the day went by, the fluids and the steroids began to make a difference in the way Jonathan felt and in his energy level. The doctors agree that it is hard to determine only one cause for the symptoms he has been experiencing. It is more like a combination of factors that create synergy in a negative way. Tumor progression, GI infection, dehydration, treatment side effects. All of the above.

Proper hydration has been definitely helpful. Medicine for nausea and reflux have made some of the GI discomfort to subside, and the scans revealed that he is very constipated, aggravating the situation.

The oncologists decided that tumor progression remains the most concerning issue. They determined that radiation should begin. Jonathan had his first radiation yesterday and he already had a second one today. The doctor warned us that the possibility of symptoms getting a little worse before they get better is real. So, we need to be careful and patient as he receives his treatments. Jonathan is now very tired, but overall he feels better. He has not yet been able to eat at all, but he is getting the hydration he needs and we will work today on helping his bowel get the release it has to have. We will also try some nutritional shakes to see if his body can tolerate that.

If all goes well, they may let us go home tomorrow after receiving his third radiation treatment and we won’t have to come back until Monday for the next.

We are so grateful to the Lord for providing in the form of excellent medical care for us. All the doctors and nurses have been simply wonderful and that creates a good environment in the midst of a difficult scenario. We value your prayers more precious that anything and we humbly ask you to continue praying for healing and endurance.

Steadfast love and faithfulness go before You.     ~Psalm 89:14


Ups and downs


Friday. Jonathan was feeling a little better as he woke up. After three days of antibiotics, we felt that the treatment was working and we would be starting oral chemo over the weekend. We headed to the hospital to receive his IV chemo. He rested in the afternoon and then he perked up and had dinner and a fun evening with our small group and our family visiting from out of town.

Saturday. Not too bad. We had more dear friends visiting and Jonathan had a few hours chatting and interacting with them in the late morning. He rested in the afternoon, but his GI discomfort got worse and it took away his appetite, so by dinner, we started doing shakes to supplement his diet in the hopes that he would get enough nutrition to get him ready for treatment. Saturday was not a fun day for his belly, but we were able to complete the around of antibiotics and felt hopeful.

Sunday. We ventured to church and felt incredibly blessed. Both, the Word preached and the music were worshipful, fitting, and encouraging. Our pastor led us to pray for one another and we came forward. It was a emotional time of candid petitioning and genuine Christ-like love. After church, and with full hearts, we gathered around the table for lunch with our extended family. Jonathan enjoyed the time, but not for too long. He felt nauseous and exhausted and had to sleep for the rest of the day. We had hoped to start chemo that night, but he couldn’t.

Monday. We kept trying to do everything possible to improve Jonathan’s diet to accommodate for good nutrition and to provide relief from the acid reflux sensation that has been aggravating him so much. It seemed to work, and even though his energy was very low and he was only awake for a few minutes around meal times, he was able to eat some breakfast, and a some lunch, but by dinner his stomach couldn’t hold anything anymore. At that point, his doctor determined to press the pause button on tumor treatment to let Jonathan get more stable. That was concerning, considering the critical area affected by the tumor, but indeed a necessary measure.

Tuesday. Both, Jonathan’s energy and his appetite were quite low from the start of the day. He slept all day, he had GI discomfort, a headache, and was only able to drink a couple of shakes for meals. His exhaustion were so severe that he choose to speak little or not to talk at all. He was no longer resting, he was rather lethargic. By late afternoon, it was decided that he needed to be admitted to the hospital to make sure he get proper hydration and to determine what exactly is causing all of his discomforts and how to help him.

BUT GOD. In the middle of these stressful days, the Lord’s provision has been faithful and plentiful. Our Elders have brought meals, friends and family have traveled hours only to hug our neck, keep us company, and run errands for us. Jonathan’s mom arrived in town Sunday night and she is helping around the house and with the kids -they are in excellent hands. Our small group has been a source of support, strength, and key help on decision making.  Friends, from both church (Brook Hills) and school (Westminster) are helping with meals, cleaning, playdates, school supplies, and coordinating carpools for the beginning of the year. Notes of encouragement in the form of texts, phone calls, emails, and cards. And then, the most important gift, your prayers! Each time someone tells me they are praying, I feel the Lord whispering in my ear, “I love you”. Thank you. How would we do this without you? You are God’s hands and feet. Literally. Will I ever be able to pay you back? I trust the Lord will and I desire to take the opportunity to show this kind of love to others.

Please, continue to pray for healing for Jonathan.

Pray for wisdom for the doctors and for clear leads to figure out how to help Jonathan.

Pray for our children. The seriousness of their dad’s condition is now dawning on them.

Pray for our hearts and minds to be anchored in God’s truth and for us to run to Jesus with all our feelings -even the ugly ones.

We are now bleeding into Wednesday. Jonathan has had two bags of fluid, labs, and they are doing scans and ultrasounds. Hospitals don’t sleep. Jonathan has remained asleep through all of it it. Thankful for both.

I’ll keep you posted as the day goes by and I find out more.


Treatment Ahead

O God, you are my God; earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you; my flesh faints for you,a s in a dry and weary land where there is no water.  Psalm 63:1

I am so grateful for the book of Psalms. Perhaps nowhere else in the Bible can we see such a wide spectrum of emotions. From joy to lament, the Psalms reassure us that God sees our raw humanity and He gives us freedom to run to Him just as we are. What a comfort to know that our emotions are not a threat to God’s presence, but an invitation to meet with Him! And He meets with us.

My soul will be satisfied as with fat and rich food.  Psalm 63:5

Today was a better day for Jonathan. We are encouraged by this improvement and we are grateful for our doctor’s decision to wait on chemo and treat for a stomach infection.

We met with the radiation oncologist today and he confirmed that the tumor has moved to a very crucial area; the brain stem. He thinks that we still have a window of opportunity to radiate this area before the tumor goes deeper in the stem and the damage is worse. This is a very scary scenario, but we continue to see God’s hand. And having a plan of treatment is an incredible provision. He will have 10 radiation treatments starting next week – similar to what we did back in February.

Tomorrow Jonathan will have his IV chemo as scheduled. This is the chemo that he has had every two week since December 21. Thank God, this chemo has never given him strong side effects, other that fatigue for a couple of days following the infusion.  Pray that his body will tolerate it well as it has done in the past.

Saturday, he will finish the course of antibiotics and at that point, his oncologist will evaluate if he is ready to start the oral chemo. Please, continue to pray that his stomach will heal completely and that he will be as strong as possible to take the chemo.

God has sustained us and continues to pour His blessings in many ways.

My soul clings to you; your right hand upholds me.  Psalm 63:8

We love you and so appreciate each one of your prayers.


Quick Update

Thank you for your prayers. God is sovereign over everything. He knows our past, our present, and our future. Yet, He delights in the prayers of His children. Prayer grows our faith and our relationship with Him.

A quick update – Jonathan did not start chemo as planned. Because of the increased discomfort on his stomach, yesterday afternoon his doctor sent an order for him to take a course of antibiotics to try and improve his overall health before starting chemo.  We have seen a slight improvement today. He is still very tired, but has had more and longer awake times. He had a couple of visitors today and enjoyed that time. We are hoping to see even more improvement by this evening.

Tomorrow, we have an appointment with his radiation oncologist to evaluate if he can/should take more radiation as a part of the current treatment.  And then, Friday, he is scheduled to receive the every-two-week IV chemotherapy that he has been taking since December.

Continue to pray for a miraculous healing; either gradual or overnight. God is able.

Specifically, pray that the antibiotics will be beneficial in combating whatever has made his stomach sick.

Pray that his strength will improve significantly over the next couple of days so that he will be ready to start the oral chemo.

Pray for wisdom concerning additional radiation.



Honesty and Hope

This morning, during a short devotional time, the Lord reminded us that the Word of God never denies reality. The Bible is honest about the brokenness of this world and yet it is full of the glorious hope we have in Christ. Paul David Tripp says:

“The honesty does not crush the hope, but neither does the hope negate the honesty”

We truly need to be reminded of this in the middle of a difficult situation.

Over that past 36 hours Jonathan has not felt good at all. We believe that his body may still be recovering from the gastroenteritis he got in Mexico. We are focusing on helping his stomach to get healthy and balanced again, but his overall ache and discomfort is not allowing him to stay awake for more than a few minutes at a time. He was supposed to start his new oral chemo last night, but he simply couldn’t do it. We are praying and hoping that he will start feeling better soon. We know it is important to start taking the medicine.

On Friday, his lab work showed that his levels are good. We are encouraged by that. God is protecting Jonathan’s body, but his energy is gone and it is hard to tell what exactly is causing it, and what else we can do to help him.

Please, pray for a miraculous recovery of his digestive track and for strength to start the new chemo.

Pray for wisdom as we continue to navigate these difficult days.

Pray that our hearts will NEVER lose hope. That the glorious gift of the life, death and resurrection of Jesus will keep our eyes and hearts fixed on Him in the midst of the reality we face.

We are not alone.