Same Place, Different Prayers

Today I am sitting at Mayo Clinic in Scottsdale, waiting to be called in for my next round of CT scans. As I walked toward the building this morning, I realized the last time I was at this campus was in July.

Back then, I was still in shock over the miracle we were watching God work within my body. That morning, I walked into the building praying the tests and scans I was about to have done would show enough shrinkage to be deemed operable.

Just as a recap, last November, the CT scan showed a mysterious set of results, no evidence of disease in my colon or liver while a few new nodules showed up on my lungs. None of the nodules were even close to a centimeter – too small to grab a biopsy sample. So we walked out of the doctor's office still not knowing what we were dealing with, but the oncologist didn't seem overly concerned. She told us to just enjoy the holidays and come back for the next follow-up.

So today I am here praying this round of scans shows the last few nodules in my lungs have disappeared.

I told my care team nurse this morning: it has been just over a year since the tumor in my colon was removed. I remain amazed each morning that I get to wake up, see the sunrise, and have the privilege of drinking a cup of coffee with someone across the table or on the other side of a phone or Zoom call.

I am so grateful the Lord has answered the prayers of so many friends and family. Thank you for continuing to invest your love and care into me and my family. My prayer is that I am able to make a good return on your investments — by turning around and pouring my "extra lifetime" and energy into the lives of anyone the Lord chooses to cross my path each day.

~Bryan