Life's Tragic Moments

It's so strange how life works. I've come to understand now, that while we're all busy making plans, God is moving forward with His own plans for us.
The weekend before Christmas, my grandson Brandon, my son Mark, and my daughter Amanda, came up to Superior to celebrate the holidays with my other son, Matthew, and me. It was a wonderful time of making memories.
Now fast forward a couple weeks and I've taken Matt to the ER. He was complaining of chest pain, so they did a CT scan. We weren't sure at the time why the ER doctor ordered a second scan, but we soon found out. The CT scan showed a large tumor on Matt's left kidney. The doctor ordered an appt with a urologist, where we learned that Matt had, in addition to the football-sized mass on his kidney, evidence of probable cancer cells in his liver, lung and lymph nodes. Within a few days, biopsies were done on his liver and lymph nodes and we were then sent to an oncologist. That was when our family's world was rocked to it's core.
As I write this, Matthew is in surgery to have a port put into his chest. This will be crucial to his comfort for however long he needs it. Immunotherapy will begin on Friday to hopefully shrink some, if not all, of the cancer cells. My son, my beautiful boy, is in for the fight of his life.
My emotions are as raw as the wind chill outside right now. As the full weight of Matt's diagnosis sunk in, it was somewhat of an out-of-body experience. I could hear and see the doctor, but it was like I was hovering over the scene, watching Matthew and myself.
"Stage 4 kidney cancer" keeps going through my mind, over and over again. I have taken to begging God for a miracle. "Please dear God, help my son! Give this cancer to me instead. Jesus, take the wheel!! Help us, Holy Spirit!"
Prayer is so powerful. Please keep Matthew and our family in your prayers. ♡