In my dream, everything was so real and clear. I remember:
- How I felt at the detached, dismissive, bureaucratic tone of the caller. I remember asking what we could do to work against the prognosis, and what we could do to make the child more comfortable. I remember the impersonal, indifferent answer.
- How I wrote down the name of the disease and determined to research and fight. Done that before, with my intellectual soldier husband, and sometimes it made a big difference.
- How my vision for our next few months of family life suddenly clicked onto a different track. One geared towards the preciousness and respect and care for the child's life no matter the outcome. That has happened before, too.
- How I knew exactly who I would call, and why
So, please say a prayer for Nicole and her little family. There are others out there too, living that pain and sorrow and suspense. There is a very fragile curtain between our lives and theirs. In so many ways, through the Communion of the Church, they are our own family even if we do not know them personally. Hug your children, and offer your little sorrows and trials for the sake of those ones.