Tiny, Huge Things
It can be hard to find the good after having a week like ours. The last three times we went to the hospital, they gave us a cute baby to take home. This time, they gave us stage four cancer. Here are few tiny things that have happened the past year that now seem HUGE, reminding us God has a plan and knew our story a long time ago.
Six months ago, Simon received a promotion at work. His prior position had been working on the train where he would travel two to eight days at a time. It was a very physical job where he would sometimes be on his feet for 21 hours a day. On a busy month, he would be home just eight days total. He said his coworkers and regular passengers kept him sane during those times. A Trainer Position was posted late last year – the candidate would train new employees in the classroom, have an office, and travel just a few times a year. It was a long shot since others with more experience applied, but he was awarded the role. While we were just hoping for more money, God knew Simon needed something easier on his body and more time with family. Even this past week, Simon was able to go in and work a few hours. He has a manager that cares about him and wants to help anyway he can.
Two months ago, I had my annual review at work. My job is the front and back office at a Breast Health Center at the main hospital in town. It has been a learning curve the past eight years as I had no medical experience and learned to refine my customer service skills in an environment as sensitive as healthcare. At this recent review, my managers were pleased because they felt I had mastered many of the aspects to successfully help our patients from a clerical standpoint because being diagnosed with cancer can be a complex process. Those skills were invaluable this week as we navigated through a sea of paperwork, referrals, reports, and phone calls. We had to pick up medical records from three different areas of the hospital and I knew staff at every stop. I can’t even think of a word to express how supportive my coworkers have been. The closest word I can think of is family.
A month ago, I was standing in line at the hospital cafe with a hankering for a latte. A doctor I didn’t recognize was behind me, so being an extrovert, I introduced myself. He was the new oncologist with our organization. The Breast Center works closely with the Oncology department and we exchanged pleasantries. You can probably guess where this is going – he happened to be assigned to Simon’s case.
A day ago, we got Simon’s first medical bill. It was equivalent to one month of his salary and that’s WITH good insurance! But did we have to specifically ask anyone for money? Nope. Donations made only by the prompts of people’s hearts have come in. Enough to cover it, not enough to make us think we can do this without God.
A minute ago, I was checking email and got a message I had been praying for. Another young mother who knew Simon from childhood and went on this journey shortly before us. Other cancer stories can be helpful, but we were specifically praying for stories of the same cancer with families in similar ages to ours. This woman had a dream about Simon the night before hearing our story or reading the blog. Are you getting chills yet?!