The Call

A year ago today we got the call that changed our lives forever: "The results were positive for Cystic Fibrosis." Remembering every detail of that exact moment (smells, weather, sounds, people) ran through my head often today. I mulled over the events of that day today like a timeline. And now, my growing daughter sleeps peacefully in her crib, and she is amazing. My oldest son asked me in the last week, his voice thick with emotion, if I would choose to cure Kate. Without hesitation, I said "yes." It was easy to answer because I know I don't get that choice. Then he repeated words to me that I know I've spoken over and over, "I don't know if I would, mom. We've grown so much and learned so much." Yes, we have. We have been carried through the last year with so much love and grace. I'm in awe of God's kindnesses to us all the time. I had multiple friends text me today to check in because they knew this could be a hard day. Then peace like a river, attended my way, and I can say it is well with my soul. So tomorrow is a new day, and we fight on for our sweet Kate. Wouldn't trade her or the lessons for anything.