I’ve had her in my thoughts and prayers for the last few months, but when I opened the Richmond Times-Dispatch today there she was, on the front page of the Metro section, in a fairy costume.
Meesha is 3.
I got acquainted with her when her parents invited me to have lunch with them more than a year ago. I love Indian food, and Jerusha outdid herself, cooking up a traditional meal and serving it there in her seminary apartment. I enjoyed talking theology with her husband Moses while we waited for lunch, but as much as anything I enjoyed watching Meesha moving from one small task to another, her face a mask of concentration, as if she were the one preparing lunch and not her mother.
So, when I learned a few months ago that she had been diagnosed with cancer, something clutched up inside me. I started saying prayers then and I’ve been saying them since as I’ve followed her progress on Jerusha’s Facebook page. Here’s an entry from a couple of months ago:
It’s a beautiful day. Meesha was bright this morning after 12 hrs of her first cycle of chemotherapy and I enjoyed combing her black, silky, shiny hair and clipping her pink bow. I love watching her pop pieces of “tylenol candy” into her mouth any time of the day—day or night. She is slowly getting used to nurses recording vital signs as she sometimes voluntarily lifts her arm to be recorded. She says “beeping” when her monitor beeps and says “don’t cry dada” when her dad weeps.
For those of you not on Moses’ Facebook list, Meesha has Neuroblastoma, Stage 4. Her primary tumor surrounds her aorta and cannot be surgically removed at this stage. Cancer has reached some bones and is aggressive. Our super doctors have aggressively started treatment in wonderful time. We have a long and dreary road ahead of us of 5 different treatments but feel a total sense of calm: we are in the good hands of our cheery nurses and teams of doctors, having access to great technology, surrounded by the love and prayers of every friend and family member.
Hugs to all of you for walking this journey with us sharing in our pain.
I just wanted you to know that I’m walking with you today Jerusha, Moses, and Meesha, and sharing with you in your pain.
See the slideshow from the Richmond Times-Dispatch by clicking HERE.