Love So Deep
A cry in the night from my two-year-old daughter jolted me awake for the third night in a row. Marissa was sitting on her bed holding her head and crying. I was worried. Marissa continue to complain about her head. I called the doctor. After examining Marissa, the doctor wanted to do some tests to rule out a brain tumour. He scheduled an MRI procedure.
Arriving home, I called Marissa's grandma, my stepmother, Barb. During this difficult time with Marissa, Barb encouraged and supported me even though she was dealing with her own bad headaches. The possibility of a brain tumour was unthinkable to Barb. Marissa had not yet lived, Barb said. She told me she had prayed that if someone were to have a brain tumour, it should be her, not Marissa. She had lived a life full of love, marriage, children and grandchildren.
Marissa's MRI did not reveal a brain tumour, but indicated a severe sinus infection, which could be cured of antibiotics. Life seemed to return to normal. But at our annual Easter gathering at dad's and Barb's house, Barb was not acting normally. She was also complaining of a constant throbbing sinus headache. Dad took her to the doctor who immediately sent her to the hospital for further testing.
Barb had a massive brain tumour. My special mum, Barbara Vork Barth, died less than a week after being diagnosed.
Were the similarities in condition and timing between Barb and Marissa a mere coincidence? Or are there souls on earth so angelic that they literally give up their life for someone they love? I believe my heart knows the miracle in our story, but in either case, I am grateful to have been loved so deeply by two mothers and to have witness their courage and commitment to their families.
Jill E Reid.