Footprints

Footprints In The Sand

One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, other times there was one only.
This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could see only one set of footprints, so I said to the Lord,
"You promised me Lord,that if I followed you, you would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life there has only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed you most, have you not been there for me"
The Lord replied, "The years when you have seen only one set of footprints, my child, is when I carried you."

I fell in love with this poem when I was a teenager. Never did I imagine how much I would lean on these words in my life. The Lord has carried me at times of need. I don't know how long it took before I saw my footprints again after losing my dad. Fortunately I had mom to lean on and she gently nudged my prints back into the sand. God is now carrying me and mom together. Mom has a battle ahead of her. On Monday we met with the surgeon. He explained that we were facing Stage 4 Pancreatic and Liver cancer. He advised admitting mom into Jewish Hospital that day for a liver biopsy to see what type of cancer cells we were dealing with. Due to confusion over a blood thinner the nurses gave mom the biopsy was delayed to Wednesday and the put a port in on Thursday. The port is basically a central line for the chemotherapy. She went home on Thursday and asked that I leave and let her sleep. As you can imagine, she did not get much rest in the hospital. On top of all this, they gave her a pneumonia vaccination, which she already had in October. This caused an ugly reaction so now her arm hurts, the biopsy site is quite painful and the port site is hurting. She is home on pain medication and resting as best she can. However, through this she is still sending out e-mails to friends to remind them of a luncheon this week. Mom is the most amazing person! I love her so much and just cannot lose her. We have an appointment Monday at 2:00 with the Oncologist. I know my God performs miracles - I am pleading for one now. Mom is fighting. We are all praying hard. Now the doctors must do their part. I ask you to do your part. Pray - pray hard with an expectant heart. We can do all things through him who strengthens me. Even fight cancer!