I have a dream that occurs about once a month. Zach is lying on the couch in our basement, struggling to breathe and he's clearly about to die.  I am kneeling next to him, holding his hands, throwing any comforting word I possibly can about to him about God--how Zach will be better, how he …

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To Know Him at All

I remember walking into my parent's living room after my college classes and seeing my mom sprawled on the floor, crying. It was about two or three years into Zach's diagnosis, which had turned from chemo and hip replacements to experiments, large colorful pills, and patchy hair. Cancer became a lifestyle, and everyone in my …

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