I received a tearful call from my sister telling me that her middle daughter, my niece, had been taken to the ER and that the preliminary diagnosis was cancer in multiple places of her body. Days later they still have not identified the type of cancer because, “it’s complicated.”
Of the three girls, Kelly has always been known as the sparky one, with a rippling laugh like a free running stream. She seems to have only two moods, happy and ecstatic.
When my sister gave me the phone number to Kelly’s room I was a bit reluctant to make the call. I didn’t want to hear anything other than the upbeat niece I had always known.
When I placed the call I couldn’t have been happier or more amazed. There was a tired tone to her voice but it didn’t obscure that signature Kelly sparkle. She said, “I’m here, that’s what I have to deal with. I just hope they hurry up and get a name for this thing so that we can start to kick its butt.”
Dear reader, whatever your concept of a Higher Power, please ask Him (gender use for sake of communication) to guide the hands and minds of those charged with helping Kelly in the struggle she faces.
Thank you for taking time to read this request for your support.