It’s the worse kind

Today I’ve had the great opportunity to meet with Sharpy again, the needle for the IV treatment, and he was a bit naughty. Dr. F, who usually is super fast had poked through my vain in one arm so we had to try the other, rezulting in an experience of added pain I surely wasn’t looking forward to. But all went well from that point on.

To my right, a man rested hooked to an IV as well. We were the only two patience for a while. Something within me wanted to talk to him, usually I just rest and do my thing. I noticed a scar on his partially shaved head. So we began talking, me asking questions, him responding ever so slowly and scattered at times. I knew how it felt to be confused, to take your time processing info coming in than gathering info so you can respond. That symptom of watever disease was hurting him I understood.

“What are you fighting?” I asked him.

“Cancer.”

“Where?”

“The worsed kind, you know the worsed kind.” His slow and weakend voice answered.

“In the bones?” I tried quessing, suprised at my own nosiness, something so unlike me.

“You don’t have to tell me If you don’t want to.”I quickly replyed back.

“In my head.” He aswered. Than he began telling me his story. Eight years ago he began feeling funny, it took five years to diagnose, one year of chem and treatment, the tumor came back bringin with it a friend on the other side of the brain. He began treatment yet again. All this was spoken slow, at times broken, a true effort for him. I gained such respect for the man who’se name is Jason.

“Can I pray for you?”

“Sure.”

“Can I pray out loud?”

“Sure.”

So I did. Than he fell asleep, fatigued by the enemy within. But I could not stop hearing his words:”It’s the worse kind.” Jason, your worse kind is not too much for God to take care of, I thought watching him rest.

Jason is not the only one fighting “the worse kind” and my heart made a connection with this man’s pain because of those three words. I will continue to pray for Jason and would be very greatful if you joined in, so one day he’ll be able to tell everyone; God healded me from the worse kind of disease.

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