The moment of truth came… the day to face the music. Now everything was out in the open and truth being told, my relationship with my Papi became fierce with even more love. The time of my Papi taking his next step of faith happened. His strength and sheer determination to keep his eyes above all waves in the water-wars of his current life was astounding; Knowing full well his faith was steered by the best captain of all times. Looking back at this time, the image of Peter walking out onto the waters shows me the faith and doubt any human out there has when feeling pulled towards pure faith. One may ask, “was he walking towards Jesus?” or “was he giving into his fear of unbelief that one can walk on water?” These are the moments that undoubtedly we contain within us. In times of fear and believing in faith, are we doing so to get closer to Jesus or do we simply believe the impossible possible. As there is no definite answer to such universal questions, it is definitely a question to answer with a life story. We tend to find out, in either side of the scope, that we do both. Believing in the impossible as well as trying our best to walk towards Jesus in the craziest of all situations. Yet, what is most important is knowing Jesus is always there to catch us when unbelief strikes and realization kicks in.
“Mr. Galarza, you have what we call Multiple Myeloma Cancer. It is a deadly cancer that eats the root of your bones where all white blood cells are callused and die. The white blood cells are what provide us a healthy immune system. I understand this is difficult news to hear; yet we are doing everything in our power to help you with this. Your right hip joint has been deteriorated by the cancer and we must operate immediately.”
In a moments notice the room’s temperature dropped.
Their faces were astounded. All along they knew something was off, but not this bad. Tears began to stream from her face… my mother could not believe what the doctor said. Her heart was torn. Her lover, her best friend, her partner, her godly mate, her love was stricken. In seconds her love increased for the one man she believed in and has held her through life.
COLD and SCARED…
Papi realized and secured his thoughts in place prior to saying one word. He knew what he believed in. “We will fight this Doctor. We believe in an almighty God and this is not the time to go,” stated my mother on behalf of Papi. He explained to her as she diligently translated.
HOPE BROKE FORTH… A FIGHTING MAN KNEW HIS POSE
“I’m sorry Mrs. Galarza, we will do everything possible. But he only has about six months to live. The Myeloma has spread to over 98.7% of his body. That is very high hoping.” The doctor said in what he tried to muster up without provoking lack of faith. He knew his words were simply facts stated and wished everything could go away. “Mr. Galarza needs to be admitted immediately and procedures need to begin tomorrow.”
THE FIGHT HAS JUST BEGUN… IT IS NOT OVER TILL MY GOD SAYS SO
“Dirle Ramona que yo no me puedo quedar. Tengo un culto manana porque es el dia de las madres. Yo tengo que atender los asuntos de mi Rey antes de cualquier cosa. Porque Mi Dios no me fallara. Y EL es quien determina cuanto tiempo yo vivo.” With mouth wide open, my mother translated all my father had to say, without skipping a beat. For years, our home was strengthened by the faith of this one man… the faith that conquered whatever Satan tried to pull out. It is a faith founded on the decisions God had for us, not what man could maneuver his way in determining.
Amazed, the doctor granted his wishes to begin his first procedure of doing a partial hip replacement the following week. Papi needed his time with us, with the church, and wanted to make his reinforcements clear before entering the battle zone. His plan of attack was serious.
FAITH BREWED WHERE FEAR FEROCIOUSLY LAYED AT THE ATTACK
The Following Week….
The moment of truth came… the first procedure to do the partial hip replacement. It is in these particular moments when true Godly strength is viewed. The utterance of anything negative was simply obscured from our daily verbiage. No way were we to speak of what could happen… we were to say what will happen. The surgery was over. It was successful and all particulates that had erosion and disintegration from what the cancer had eaten away were gone. You see this was Papi’s turn to walk on water. Although his oceans were deep and the waves were high, he still walked.
AS THE DEER PANTS FOR STREAMS OF WATER, SO MY SOUL PANTS FOR YOU, MY GOD. MY SOUL THIRSTS FOR GOD, FOR THE LIVING GOD. [PSALM 42:1-2].
For one full day Papi rested. It was now the day to applaud my father’s victory. Although the cancer was not gone, we had our first feet… the erosion ceased. His bones had not yet adjusted when the therapist opened the room door and asked, “Mr. Galarza I will need you to get up now. We need you to walk.”
Are you kidding me!!!!! I couldn’t believe the words that came out of his mouth. My mother’s eyes were close to blinding with her stare.
I’LL GIVE YOU A FIGHT!
My Papi, although in disbelief, prepared to rise.
I’M WALKING TOWARDS YOU JESUS!
HE DID IT!!!!!!! Showing no sign of weakness, as his body trembled, he walked squeezing his eyes shut. Taking his first few steps of victory – although in pain, he knew that was his first steps of physical faith. My emotions rose as a proud daughter would. We all stood next to him viewing the masterpiece God gave us as a father. WOW! What triumph.
The year of 2004 began in a heart threatening way. Yet, soon victories became our lifestyle. By June, Papi had undergone two stem-cell transplants and multiple forms of radiation and chemotherapy. It was a true victory to know at one point he only six months to live; now we were looking at a cancer free man!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Faith is a decision Cynthia, but not an option”… my Papi showed me that it isn’t until we say no more where God will stop His work.
Till the next post,