The Walk Beside

Haven't blogged for a little while due to some disruptions to our world. One of them was that our computer crashed lasted week which seemed to be in sympathy to the other news. My best and beautiful brother was diagnosed with a rare cancer on Tuesday last week. We were looking down the barrel of chemo, stem cell and bone marrow transplants as treatment for a serious version of Multiple Myeloma. The week was long, teary, heartbreaking and peaceful all at the same time. Lots can be said to outline the trauma for us but of most signficance was the Specialists response to further tests conducted on Monday...."this is bloody brilliant!". And so we welcomed a downgrading of the diagnosis to something more treatable and manageable. Actually I think we've mostly forgotten he has ANY illness because after 5 weeks of radiotherapy he could be doing ok. Following in my footsteps he's started a blog which will outshine all my creativity. Look him up at www.thewalkbeside.com and scan for all references to me!! What a guy and what a wifey he has. We are totally blessed and grateful for all the lives we are living at the moment. Michael and I will fly to Perth soon to spend some time with the clan and celebrate a couple of Harris/Bain birthday's as well as mum and dad's retirement "do's" at Claremont Baptist. During this whole process I was convinced that if our faith isn't relevant and real at a time like this, why bother? I certainly felt God's presence was real and that we need to live our lives with a greater incorporation of heaven in our perspective. When reading about Jesus "comforting" his disciples by talking about preparing a place for us with many, many rooms, I realised I didn't live with this concept. We tend to believe that every comfort is in this world. Anyway, Cam's results were of immense comfort and relief and I want nothing more that the good news about his health to keep rolling in. And I have to take my faith seriously and incorporate the deep and wide spectrum of what He has for us...

And through all of this the love of my life was proven to be the man of my dreams. He is a gift that continues to surprise me with humour (coincidentally degrading the longer he is married to me), cups of tea in fine bone china, warm cuddles during the cold nights, flowers, and serious attention to the needs of everyone else except himself. And he's a spunkrat.