Disbelief

So these last few days have been a bit dark. Iva was faced with that pessimistic number--5%. And armed with feelings of doubt fed by the doctor-father who assured her that if the lung images were sliced at different layers than previously, the radiologist wouldn't be able to see spots that were really there. Pessimism and doubt.

We, however, are claiming her victory. We are claiming that she can be healed. We are claiming that she will be a sister, a daughter, a wife for years to come. This we believe. This we must believe, even when the hard rationality of 5% is staring us in the face. That rationale, that reality, we chose to disbelieve. And fortunately, it appears that Iva is coming around to that disbelief as well.