I was going to write about something different.
But I can't stop thinking about it.
My dad sent an email telling us that my 13-year old cousin who is suffering from Acute myeloid leukemia is not doing well.
Some of you may remember that I wrote a post about him back in the spring (see below).
Prayers Needed for My Cousin
At the time, we thought that he was a candidate for a bone marrow transplant and that the University of Nebraska Medical Center Lied Transplant Center would accept his case.
In the span of a few short months, his health became more fragile and so he is now in another state at a larger medical center fighting for a chance to receive a transplant...and each day brings a new twist to the roller coaster ride.
I called him last night. His birthday is Sunday. He's turning 14. He asked for the fifth Harry Potter book and told me that he's doing okay.
"I know that God has a plan and I'm okay with that."
Through tears, I told him that we missed him and that we wished that he wasn't so far away. I told him that he was courageous, an old soul, wise beyond his years, and that his faith was awe inspiring.
And now, I volley between anger and hope. Anger in a God that would take a child. And hope that he may be able to stay with us a little longer.
And a reminder that yet again, tomorrow is guaranteed to no one and that we must hold tight the ones we love.