Gloomy

It's been raining again.  Three miserable days of unrelenting cold drizzle. I keep wishing that the temperature would drop a measly five degrees so it would snow already. 

I haven't seen the sun in days.  The sky is like a gray blanket stretching from one edge of the horizon to the next. It's as if all the colors have become dulled, muted by the rain.

As I write this, I realize that the weather matches my mood.  Gloomy.

One of my hubby's friends, and former employee, called yesterday with some devastating news.  His beautiful wife has been diagnosed with a brain tumor.  The ugly monster is located in the literal center of her brain and is being fed by numerous blood vessels.  It has likely been growing for years. 

Surgery has been scheduled for next Tuesday.  The doctor described the seriousness of the surgery as "10 out of 10."  I'm sure he will be spending the next few days studying the tumor so he can determine the best way to proceed. 

We are heartbroken. 

As the hours have passed since I first heard the news, my thoughts keep drifting to their sweet children, 2 1/2-year-old and four-month-old sons.  Things like this shouldn't happen.  The boys need their mom. 

All I know to do is pray.  And so I pray for a miracle.  I pray that instead of worry, dread and fear they would have peace and comfort.  I pray she will be able to watch her precious sons grow up and get married... I pray that she will live to see the birth of her first grandchild... I pray that she and the man she loves will grow old together...

If you are so inclined, please join me.  Her name is Sarah.