About a week ago, I blogged about Christian, the little boy I've never met, who has been fighting cancer since he was 3. Previously thought to be in remission, they had just found an inoperable tumour in his bowels.
Things took a horrible turn for the worse when his tumour, in less than a week, grew to such a size that it was blocking his entire bowels. It became clear that emergency surgery would have to be done that night in order to connect his stomach to the bowel below the tumour. This would just make him more comfortable until he died. The surgeon had operated on Christian before and had a special connection with him and the family. She was leaving early the next morning - on vacation or for her job, I don't know, but the situation came very quickly and they had no opportunity to *make peace* with it or say those things you hope you have the chance to say, if/when the end comes very quickly.
Hours into the surgery, the surgeon came out to tell Christian's parents the news. They had not been able to reroute his bowels around the tumour.
Because they had been able to fully remove the tumour!!!!!
Every last little bit!! There was nothing left of it.
This is absolutely nothing short of a miracle. It had been determined previously that the tumour was attached to vital organs and therefore inoperable. Inexplicably, the tumour grew so fast that it seemed hopeless. Instead, the fact that it grew so fast meant that a) the surgeon was not out of town and could do the surgery and b) they attempted surgery when they wouldn't have early.
So, for those of you who prayed for little Christian's healing....thank you! Your prayers were answered, and while they're not out of the woods yet, Christian is cancer free!!!! I have to admit, I really wanted to believe, but it just seemed so daunting and impossible. Even as I read her blog, I was scrolling to the bottom just to see if Christian had made it through, fearing the worst. Sometimes worst case scenarios turn out to be just one piece of a perfectly planned best case scenario.
It reminds me of a documentary I watched on conjoined twins being separated. It turned out they shared a liver, with one twin supplying the blood to it. They separated it, believing they were saving one twin while sacrificing the other. The doctors watched as the liver of the second twin began pink up. One doctor carefully lifted the liver to look underneath, and small blood vessels had miraculously formed all around the liver and were supplying blood to it. They showed it on the camera, it was amazing. It was a miracle. It was something the doctors could not do. It was something only God could do.
For those of you who want to know more....