First ER Trip
We went in during dinner hours (rookie mistake), which meant a very long wait. Reid’s radiologist looked at his scan and decided we could go home with just an antibiotic.
A Few Days Later
The spot on his abdomen wasn’t improving, so his oncologist told us to head back. To avoid some of the PTSD from our December ER trip (shared more about that HERE), we tried urgent care at the hospital. Honestly? It was painfully slow and ended up being a waste of precious time. Reid and I just looked at each other and knew—we’d come back early the next morning. Life in SoCal means learning to move while everyone else is asleep.
Third Time’s the Charm
We pulled up just before 5:30am, coffee and a quick breakfast in hand, bracing ourselves for the unknown. It turned into a 14-hour day. We were tucked away in a windowless hallway under buzzing fluorescent lights, waiting for doctors, hearing bits and pieces from kind but busy nurses, and mostly…just waiting.
Not glamorous. Not easy. But it’s these moments that stretch us, remind us to lean on grace, and keep showing up—together.
Finally, after about half a dozen doctors circled around debating the spot on Reid’s abdomen, the last doctor made the call. The surgical oncologist decided to take the conservative route—another round of antibiotics—even though he wasn’t completely sure it was an infection. He explained that the raised spot would eventually “pop” (like a pimple) and flatten out in time.
The hardest part? Not one doctor could actually say what it was. That’s the rollercoaster of cancer—ups, downs, and a whole lot of mysteries in between. Honestly, some days it feels like mostly downs.
But here’s what I keep coming back to: even when doctors don’t have answers, God does. Even when it feels like uncertainty is the only certainty, there’s an invitation to lean harder on Him.
Maybe you’re in a season of unanswered questions too—different circumstances, but the same feeling of not knowing. If that’s you, take heart. You don’t need all the answers today. You just need to know the One who holds them.
My friend Jenna texted this verse to me: “We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.” 2 Cor 4:8-9.
How beautiful is that reminder?