My Son's Battle

My son was diagnosed with leukemia at age eleven. The next two years were the hardest of my life and his. Our faith community surrounded us in a way I had not expected and did not feel I deserved — meals, money, presence, prayer. I am not sure I fully believed any of it was doing anything. Then his oncologist sat us down and said the words I had been afraid to hope for. Complete remission. He is sixteen now and plays high school basketball. When I watch him run the court I think about every person who prayed for him in those two years. I think I owe them something I can never fully repay.