Back to the hospital

Well shit. We're back at the hospital again. Chelsa had a 102 degree fever today and went in. We dont mess around anymore. The doctor thinks its the flu, but we're waiting on a few more tests. So far the chemo has seemed to go okay, so hoping it is just the flu and that she recovers okay. She gets another blood transfusion tomorrow--she just had one last Friday and is already due for another. I hate this.

Redemption Groups started tonight at Mars Hill. I shared Chel & my story with everyone while waiting for her to get admitted to a room. It was a good to reflect while sharing our story and remember all the ways that God is providing for us, that he is sovereign over this (in ways I don't understand), that his back is not turned, but that he sees us and is good. I hate that my sweet beautiful wife is sick with every fiber of my being. I hate the uncertainty. I hate that none of this seems fair. But I love our good God, who may not give me what I want, when I want, but who has promised Chelsa and I that we have been reconciled to him through Jesus's cross and that we don't have to look at the possibility of death, or even the sickness she's experiencing now, with any despair... because everything will be made RIGHT by his hand in the end. I find a lot of hope in his ability to work a miracle and heal her, but I find RELIEF in that promise.
-M

Chel shared this with me yesterday:
"So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day.
For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal." 2 cor 4:16-18