Grace


Zach: I’m having a bad day. And you being all cheerful isn’t helping.
Zelda: Being positive isn’t helpful?
Zach: No. It’s not.
Zelda: 'K. I’ll tone it down.
Zach: I just want to be left alone and wallow in self-pity.

Zelda: Hello friends. Today I’m putting my energy into giving you an update, and giving Zack room to feel what he wants to feel. That seems like the most graceful thing to do.

Grace is on my mind, ‘cause I want to bring more grace to how I handle things with Zach. Sometimes it’s a fine line between being there, or being supportive, and giving a person the space they need to feel angry or frustrated, or just figure things out on their own. 

God, if you’re listening, help me find the grace it takes to walk that fine line.

I feel like we’re in a grace period right now. Zach is 4 weeks out from foot surgery and 2 weeks out from hernia-repair surgery. Recovery has been painful, but he’s improving. This week, he also had another PET scan and blood draw to find out how the Pluvicto treatments are working. I’m pretty sure the results are available online now. But I don’t want to look at them just yet. I want to enjoy this slight reprieve—this grace period we’re in. I want to hold onto hope for good news.

Eventually, we’ll get the results, but it doesn’t have to be today. 

There’s no penalty for waiting during a grace period.

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