Are you following the blog of Kara Tippetts, the young Colorado wife and mother who is dying of cancer? You want to see amazing grace? Read that blog. From a recent post in which she says when a friend asked her if she was tired of the cancer battle, she responded by sending the above photo of herself and her children. More:
[L]ooking at these faces, I will continue to take the treatment. I know I’m fading. I know new corners of cancer are taking up residence in my body. I just know. But these faces- these blessed faces make the swallowing of pills a little more bearable.
My kind faced oncologist told me it’s time for my port to go back in soon. I simply wept. He awkwardly patted my back. He made false promises that one day it might come out. I smiled and called him an optimistic liar. He chuckled. I simply told him I would do it- for my four little faces. I would. I told him I knew it would be an awful ending, but I would do my best to end well. The fading would be terrible, but I would find grace in the midst of terrible. It’s always been there- it always will be there.
I’m still swallowing the endless pills and fighting for good moments in bad days. They are there. They are precious. Today I was able to make a meal for a new baby in our church. My mom is here and helping. It feels nice, it feels normal. I’m thankful to help in a small way- when I have been helped in such huge ways. The forming of meatballs feels right. The smells in my house remind me of goodness and grace.
So I will swallow the pills, look piercingly into the faces of my people, and I will keep moving into the next thing.
I would do my best to end well, said the young mother of four, who knows that absent a miracle, she won’t live to see her children grow up. Cancer is a refining fire; the world is seeing what Kara Tippetts is made of, and I tell you, it is an inspiration so profound it almost makes me shake.