As I type this, my friend Chris is by her daughter’s bedside in a children’s intensive care unit, watching little Carter fight for her life. She’s seven years old. She has leukemia.
She’s been sailing through her chemotherapy, but things took a turn for the worse in the last few days.
My heart aches for them. My brain really can’t comprehend. Mostly because I won’t let it. I am my own censor, focusing instead on turning all the words and thoughts swirling around in my head into coherent prayers. Begging God. Longing for my friend, a fellow mother, and her little girl, who is suffering.
Stories like these fill the internet. I try to stay away from them because I worry enough already to require a daily anti-anxiety pill. But I imagine you guys read those stories. And feel that pain. And worry for your own children. Like I am right now.
So I’m asking something simple. Please take a moment today to lift up little Carter. A thought, a prayer, a virtual fist-bump. Whatever you’ve got to spare.