A matter of perspective!

I have found myself in several moments in the past few months in thoughts of perspective. From the mundane to the eternal, life has forever been altered. Twelve weeks ago a day of platelet transfusions, labs and changing of medicine schedules and dosages would have been to say the least a challenge. Today the 8 hour venture seemed like a breeze compared to the life-threatening events of the past three weeks. I reflect every day the blessings that we have received and the prayers that were heard in the early catching of the fungal infection. Looking back, I am so grateful that I was sustained from dwelling on the realization that that might have been it and had the ability to hold onto the peace of a blessing. My heart and my mind will wander for a moment and I have to reign in the massive flow of thoughts that flood your very being and make it difficult to breath. I have had a silent peace within my core as the pounding of my heart and the warm flush in the back of my neck rises to my head and my stomach turns with the uncertainty of this life.


Once again it is amazing that from an outward appearance, Davis continues to show little signs of the battle raging within his body. He sits as friends and neighbors swarm at the sight of him outside to talk and sit...and expect him to look sick.

His gentle strength is contagious as he sits weakened in the flesh

and yet never stronger in spirit.

He did wake Monday morning with petechaie in his mouth and all over his legs. His headache was lessened by the medicine and labs were drawn. Platelets once again reached a low 3,000 and we headed to PCMC for a transfusion. Being ...confident, okay hopeful, that we were not staying, we packed lightly. The pre-medication was given and no reaction to the platelets today. It's a good day.


A few labs have been showing some effort on his body to respond to the treatment. The labs seem to go up in attempt to offer hope, however, revert back and forth. I feel like this is one of the constant test of the adversary. We begin to feel the storm relax and then another often stronger begins to blow. More than ever, I try to remember the promises made through faith.

In Davis' own words "this may not be what we think it will be, but we should hang on."

Being in the early stages, even with the increase in some blood cells, his road ahead is still a long one. Some of the medications he is currently on are said to potentially remain with him for a year or more. I met a family that had a family bone marrow match and were in the stages of recovery. As we shared stories, neither one of us could believe what each had been through nor wanted to trade. The hope remains that somehow the road will be shorter than longer and with less obstacles. The stories and experiences that surround, reaffirm my constant feeling of one of my favorite quotes:

"There isn't anyone you can't love once you know their story."

A Heart Like His

Here's to listening to a story and finding someone new to love.