Seven years ago today, I walked into Cottage Hospital of Santa Barbara with a tumor in the ventricles of my brain. I had no clue what lay ahead of me. It was a journey of discovering that God can always be trusted.
Seven years ago today, I felt the peace of God wash over me. I joked and laughed on the rolling hospital bed, reassuring my husband that God wasn’t done with me yet. I wished him good luck parenting teens if I happened to be wrong.
Seven years ago today, I slept through the whole thing while my friends and family paced the waiting room, praying for a miracle. They didn’t know if I would wake up, and if I did, would I remember their faces and their names?
Seven years ago today, I woke up to a strange woman in scrubs. We became instant friends. I told her that I played the role of Baby Grace on Little House on the Prairie, and that God would somehow use my surgery for good.
Seven years ago today, my friends and family saw me with more energy than anyone expected. I literally yelled, “This is the best day of my life!” in the middle of the hospital. As you can imagine, everyone laughed except my husband–who was genuinely worried that the surgeon must have crossed a few wires.
Seven years ago today, I entered ICU and endured the worst night of my life. Indescribable pain surged through my body. I wanted to give up so many times, but Josh and Brenda were with me every step of the way. Thankful doesn’t even come close to describing how I felt or continue to feel about the people that God has given me.
Seven years ago today, I knew my life would never be the same. I’m reminded every day to love the life I’ve been given and love the people I get to share it with.