Hi, how’s your son doing?
“He’s got cancer.”
Every morning, I say hello to my student’s mother who drops him off by the parking lot where I pull duty. He’s the type of student that would have fought to have me again and that type I would have fought to have again. They just made it easier when they had him placed in my Math II roster to begin the year.
“I’m telling you this because he likes you a lot and talks about you a lot. I’ve never had an issue with him. He’s such a great child. I had a miscarriage the year before I had him and I had him when I was 37. That’s why I’ve been asking myself, why this is happening to him. He never gave me trouble. You know him, he’s an introvert, he’s such a nice kid, doesn’t bother anybody. He doesn’t want the kids at school nor his cousins to find out, because he’s more worried about how they’ll react and doesn’t want them to worry.”
Composure matters not when your own child is in jeopardy. Soon, her demeanor, confident yet weakened, condensed tears into puddles of sorrow. Because she could not see anything other than the image of his pronounced tumor behind his ear even when her eyes are open.
“Right now all I have is faith. The enemy cannot take him away from me. All I have is Jesus. Oh, I believe he rose from the dead. I believe that we are all sinners. That’s why Jesus had to die for our sins. By his stripes we are healed. Faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see. The enemy has been defeated. He will not take my child. I have faith that he will be healed.”