Multiple times a day I get a text message from family or friends asking, “how is Beckett doing?” or “how are you doing?” and “Is there anything I can do for you?” The kindness and love of these people humble me to my core. However, with every text message response I have to ask myself;
How am I REALLY doing?
What fear is Kimmie hiding that she is covering up with motherly positivity?
Is Beckett’s blasted Kasai going to work?
How long will it work for before he will need a transplant?
A simple answer applies to all of these questions. I don’t know.
I remember driving home to Orem, Utah with my father on I-15 from Salt Lake City one afternoon. There was a constant rain drizzle falling from the bland gray sky. With no announcement quarter sized raindrops attacked with great ambition. The freeway quickly filled with inches of water creating the worst possible driving conditions. With every knock of rain on the windshield it was clear to my father and I both that there was nothing clear at all about the situation we found ourselves in. We couldn’t see past the windshield. Everything was a blur except the fact that steady streams of water on the highway were the immediate cause of newly congested traffic that could result in significant peril.
This scenario was scary as a young boy. Scarring enough to deposit this life event into my memory bank. With my surroundings increasing in danger and blurring vision ahead I had to rely on my father to get me home safely.
I find myself in a similar situation now. How could my son have Biliary Atresia? Where did this all come from? I can’t see past today but all I think about is tomorrow. I just got sucker punched by Life. It hurts. It makes me angry. I am grateful for the life lesson but would like to be done learning now. I crumble without prayer and the companionship of my wife. It’s scary to look at your son and see the potential negative scenarios that could take him from this life to the next and you know, you know that you will have to face each one of them.
So here I am Lord. I’m in the passenger seat with my seatbelt securely fastened scared as hell. Please, get us home safely.
Written by: Shawn