What a difference in a year!

Hi Everyone,
  I guess this is another testimony. A year ago today I found out that my sister had breast cancer. This is terrible in itself, but the things leading up to this were just as bad. It started in June of 09 my dad was rushed to the hospital for congestive heart failure.That was hard and when he was rushed to the hospital again in August I drove the eight hours to be at his side. When I left I cried because in my heart I knew I would not see him again. In the meantime my mother was diagnosed with cancer and scheduled for surgery in September. She had the surgery and while she was in surgery they moved my father to the psych ward because he kept trying to leave his hospital to go to the hospital where my mom was having her surgery. Somewhere in this time frame my brother was in an accident at work and his hand was crushed. Did I mention that he was working on the other side of the country  just to have work to support his wife and children. To add to the stress his wife wouldn't travel across country to see him. (We now know that she had been seeing someone while he was gone and they are getting a divorce). My mom had a successful surgery. The first thing she did when she left the hospital was to go to see my dad. He passed away that October. So as we were still recovering from the loss of my father my strong sister had to tell our mother that she had breast cancer. I will be honest and tell you that our Sunday school class was of no support to me. They sent flowers when my dad passed, but through it all they mostly avoided eye contact and didn't ask how I was doing. I had no one to talk to about this. It would have been easy to run from God at that point and to be brutally honest I wondered about God and Christians in general. I am glad that I did not turn my back on God. My mom is now healthy. My sister is done with her treatments and my brother has most of his mobility back. At the time it was very stressful, but I know that without God I couldn't have gotten through it. I think back and remember feeling like we were under attack. Who better to seek protection from than God.

Hi Josie,
I have had years like that, and wondered what God was doing.  I am thrilled to share, and to see you share, that God is faithful, and He upholds us.  I have buried my Father, and both of my brothers.  Daddy died in 1977 at age 51.  My brothers were in 2006, and age 40, and 2008, at age 56.  Both brothers died of blood clots in the lung. 

In October of this past year, I had trouble breathing and went to the ER, where I was diagnosed with a clot in my lung, and pneumonia.  Everyone in my family has, or had, a clotting disorder.  My sister had clots in her lung at one time.  She and I are both on Coumadin. 

Enough about me...It's all about God, His unending love and grace, and His faithfulness.

Thank you for telling us about your family trials.  I am praying right now for your family to be able to lean on the Lord, and see His strength.

Hugs,
Trish