Under the Mercy

Under the mercy. There is something very lovely about the imagery of this phrase. To be protected under something, like under an umbrella from streams of rain and sleet or under a warm blanket on a fiercely cold evening as it lulls you to sleep. To be under His mercy--under His compassionate and kind heart and His desire to help us--gives me great comfort as we stand by and watch our little Pia undergo chemotherapy. I can wash my hands incessantly and follow every protocol for keeping bacteria and germs away from her, but there is truly nothing I can do to protect her from the cancer and chemo itself. All I can do is rely upon my faithful God's mercy and allow Him to shower her with it.

Today was day three of cancer diagnosis and day one of full on chemo. Tonight broke my heart as I held my little girl nauseous as the chemo drugs started to take effect and she cried like I've never seen her cry before. Thank God for the anti-nausea medications they have today. Thank God for the gentle and kind nurses who hold your hand and help you through the suffering you have to watch.

I know this is only the beginning of the nausea and the side effects of the chemo and that we haven't even begun to see our little girl lose her hair. This is only the start of our tears and heartache as we watch Pia suffer, but I know she is under His mercy and all will be well.