All Things are Possible

"Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they've been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a fact. It's an opinion. Impossible is not a declaration. It's a dare. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary."

There is an emotional apsect of a life-threatening illness that does as much damage to the soul as the tumors do to the body.

We've been told that cure, a true cure, will not be possible for another 20 years. We have also been told of all of the possible tumors that will invade Steven's body in the next twenty years, and we've listened to all of the unpleasant side effects that the tumors will induce. Yet we've been told that a cure, in the near future, is impossible.

And that sort of information, along with other "impossibilities" that we've been told, can rip bits of your soul, piece by piece, until a hole is left that is large enough for all hope to escape.

Today, on a day when I wasn't even thinking about VHL, I passed a score keeper at a baseball game. I really had no reason to pass this score keeper, as David wasn't even involved in the game on this particular field. Yet I passed this woman today, and I noticed that her t-shirt bore a message.

A message for me.

Dream big.

"Impossible is nothing."

Glory Revealed - The Ramblings

When Steven was in the hospital this past June, I had a chance to come home on Tuesday and Wednesday to shower and change clothes. Those were long and lonely rides, friends, battling with emotions and fears that were kept in check in the hospital. Fortunately and with perfect timing, a song called "By his Wounds" was played on my favorite radio station during each leg of the drive.

And this song kept me going.

It gave me peace when I feared for the wound that wasn't only on the back of Steven's head but also deep into brain tissue. It saved me from my fears about Steven's chances of living a strong and full life in light of the disease that caused this tumor. This song grounded me in the belief that we are so very Loved that the Hands that were pierced for us will hold us tenderly and carefully through all of the hardships that we face here on this earth.



I didn't know the name of the song nor the artists that performed it. But I did know the first few words, and this weekend I was fortunate enough to find the video on YouTube!



Funny enough, as I watched the video this past weekend, I kept thinking that one of the singers looks like an old Backstreet Boy...and then I saw the names associated with the song...and guess what!?!

(I think I know who took his spot in the band!)