I know time passes slowly when you are waiting for that procedure to be over. When you are waiting for even a glimpse of good news. When the results haven’t come back yet and you are holding your breath for just one good thing. The days are long. The nurses are in and out, the blood pressure rising and falling, waiting on repeated results from various tests. Just waiting for something to be normal. You want one test to come back good. You hope for the sound of good news. You are strong. But inside you are begging God for peace. Inside you fight the urge to ask aloud all the raging questions. The whys and hows and what ifs. You don’t let your mind wander too far for fear it won’t come back. I know you don’t know how you’ll make it through. I know you cannot think about the future just yet. I know you are hanging on by a thread. I know the days are a blur. Words are weak in this moment. The world feels heavy and small. I know you are clinging to every breath right now. I know this may not be the way your story ends. And goodness, the Lord knows I hope it isn’t. I just want you to know, dear friend, I’ve been there, too. Hang in there because you are not alone.