Sorry for my long silence, friends and readers. Last fall, I was feeling hopeful. My husband had been enrolled in one of the most exciting clinical trials in cancer. It was for one of these PDL-1 immunotherapy drugs that everyone is gushing over as a breakthrough treatment. Indeed, some patients have had a phenomenal response and have gone into a seeming remission.
Unfortunately, Felder was among the 50% of people who did not respond to the drug. He tried three more types of chemotherapy, and finally this week, he entered into home hospice. He is too weak to try anything else.
I told him I was still praying, but obviously my prayers weren’t doing a heap of good, maybe I should stop.
He grabbed my hand and said, “DON’T STOP.”
So, I told him despite all medical evidence, I will continue to ask for a good old-fashioned, “Praise Jesus,” rock-n-roll miracle.
When I think, “Well, why should I get a miracle when so many others don’t?” I just ask God to give one to everyone who asks. The world needs more miracles, don’t you think?