It comes in threes

I am having a particularly despondent week. Sunday evening, my friend Ami called with news about baby Landon. He was born a month early, and his lungs weren’t developed enough to breathe on his own. So he has been in the NICU since he was born. Ami hasn’t even held him yet. He has tubes coming out of him—his nose, arm, mouth, and umbilical cord. How sad—what was so joyous, turned into something that is so worrisome. She has high hopes that he will come home soon, but was told that it could be as late as the end of April.

I then found out that my aunt has lung cancer. She isn’t even 50 years old, and she has a son in high school. She had a biopsy yesterday, and will know a prognosis in the next few days. It doesn’t look good.

I came to work on Monday to an email from my former pastor’s daughter. Their family is so precious to us, we see them every chance we get, and the time we spend together is just so fun-filled. It turns out that her sister (his other daughter) has a brain tumor. She is 25, has a 2 year old son, and she is expecting another baby August 1. She had surgery yesterday, and they removed the tumor. They are awaiting the pathology report, but the surgeon feels strongly that it was cancerous. My pastor’s family has already gone through an extremely difficult year. I don’t want to get into the details, but it has moved me to tears many times. They don’t need this also.

Please, if you pray, pray for my friends and family.