By Nichole Giles
Today, I'm praying with a lot of other people. My cousin Jodi is having brain surgery right now, a complicated deal in which a team of specialist doctors hope to remove a tumor that is somehow wrapped around her right ocular nerve and has fingers in her brain tissue.
This situation causes me to ponder. You go through life thinking, "It's so sad that things like this happen to other people, but it'll never happen to me." Except things like this do happen. To good people. To good families and loving mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles, grandparents... And none of us is immune, however much we believe otherwise.
But we choose not to live in fear of the unknown because, well, it's unknown and we don't really have any control over it anyway. That's a good thing, I think. Otherwise, how would we ever make it through the day to day things?
Jodi is way too young to die--early thirties--and has five little children who need her. So I'm joining my prayers to hundreds--possibly thousands--of other people who love Jodi. Together, maybe all of us can help find her a miracle.