I met Teresa as she was battling her sixth month of brain
cancer. She had her first brain tumor removed in November 2012 and through
months of therapy and hard work she was getting better. When I met her she was
walking, talking, holding her head up on her own, and smiling. Her parents
hired me to be her summer nanny for the mornings. I remember her big smile when
we talked about art projects we were going to do and the yummy snacks we were
going to bake.
One week after I met her she found out she had another
tumor. While I was on my mission trip to Africa, she had this tumor removed and
went back to stage one of recovery. When I came into her house to start taking
care of her she was paralyzed on her left side, needed help holding her head up,
struggled with communicating and often cried when we couldn’t figure out what
she was saying, and needed an extra hand with everything.
It’s been three months since I met this little girl and have
began to love her deeply as a little sister. In three months I have learned
what certain hand signals mean, how to understand her grunts and attempts at
words, observed her progressing and learning how to use certain parts of her
body again, sat through emotional breakdowns and failed attempts at progress,
and laughed together at our own inside jokes and stories.
It’s been an incredible journey to see her gain more
mobility and make steps towards recovery. It was exciting every week when
Teresa would get emotional and I could tell her about all the progress I was seeing.
It was exciting talking about the day she was going to walk again.
It was all exciting until a couple weeks ago. I’ve been
noticing Teresa struggling to say words she had learned to say with ease and working
much harder with her exercises with less result. She went with her parents to
the hospital for a check up and routine brain scan. They discovered the cancer
is back and it has spread. The fight is over. It cannot be won.
How do you tell a seven year old she is going to die?
When I sit with her it is hard not to cry. When I hold her
little hands I have a string of thoughts “God loves His little children. God
loves you. I love you. He created you and He knows. His love for you is
beautiful and sovereign. My love can’t comprehend the way He loves you. Go and
be in the arms of Jesus…”
I’m really big on name meanings. The name Teresa means
“reap”, which means to obtain a return or reward.
Teresa was named after Mother Teresa, who carries her name
very well. Mother Teresa gave and gave to people throughout her life. She is
known by some to be the kindest person to have lived. She once said “Love
begins at home, and it is not how much we do…but how much love we put into that
action”. Mother Teresa gave with her life. Her life she laid down in order for
others to gain. Her life was a reaping of sorts that produced a harvest by all
the lives she impacted.
I can’t help but think of the ways that this sweet
seven-year-old Teresa, named after Mother Teresa, has given to me.
There have been so many ups and downs along the way. One of
the most impactful moments for me was one day when Teresa was trying and trying
to say the word walk. Once I finally understood the word, she began to cry and
cry because she couldn’t walk. She was seven and couldn’t walk. Instead she had
to sit there and watch her baby brother, who is a year and a half, run and walk
and fall down and stand back up and roam around. She started asking me “why?
Why is God letting this happen to me?” It brought tears to my eyes to have to
tell her I didn’t know. All I could do was squeeze her hand and tell her “I
don’t know, but I love you and I hate this, but He loves you more and knows
what I don’t”. Her mom sat down with us then. Teresa asked her mom “Why Is God
letting me hurt?” Her mom said “Teresa, you’re asking the wrong question.
You’re asking God why. You need to be asking how. Ask God how He wants you to
serve Him. Ask Him how to show your love for Him in your sickness. Sometimes we
love God in our healthy state. Other times we love Him when we are sick. You
have an important role to reflect Him”.
That spoke volumes to me about God’s sovereignty. It really
puts things in perspective to me about the times I am lazy in serving Him. Who
am I to ask why and pity myself?
Why don’t I ask the how question more?
When I think of Teresa and the end that is coming I think of
the peace that comes in the fight being over for her. I think of the love she
has shared with me through her smiles, laughter, questions, and hunger for
healing. I think of the way she has helped me to understand the love of God a
little better.
I wish she could be going back to school with her cousins in
a couple weeks learning her multiplication tables and running around in the
backyard and getting her new school clothes dirty like I did when I was her age.
I wish I could do something to change what is coming, but then I am reminded of
where she is going and whose arms she is going to and I know that the arms of
Jesus are much sweeter to be in than the little hands I have.
“Be faithful in the small things because it is in them that
your strength lies” –Mother Teresa
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