Cancer at Christmas
Years ago I read a Christmas story that both broke my heart and blessed it. It was about a three year old boy named Cameron, who discovered six weeks before Christmas that he had cancer in his brain. He had it before, but eighteen months earlier the doctors operated and were confident that they had removed it all. Now it was back.
Since the doctors didn’t want to try another surgery, it meant their only option was radiation.
For six weeks dear mom took him for his treatment. The little guy became weaker and slowly started to lose his hair. Christmas hardly seemed like Christmas that year.
Each day on the way into the hospital little Cameron begged to see a Santa they drove by, but mom was far too busy and stressed to bother. Finally one day Cameron nagged to see the guy more than usual, so mom agreed to make a visit to the mall to see the Santa there.
He jumped up all excited to sit beside Santa on his sleigh when it was finally his turn to talk to him. Santa asked about the hair loss and his mother called over that he was going through radiation for a brain tumour.
At that point Santa did something rather unexpected. He called mom over and asked that she come join them on the sleigh. And he asked if he could pray for them.
“You know,” he said, “that after the doctors have done all they can with their technology, the ultimate healing is up to the Lord.” He added that he himself had a serious brain problem and was healed. So with a crowd gathering and wondering what was going on, he prayed for healing for little Cameron.
I don’t know how Cameron is doing today, but the last I read, he carried on for years not entirely cancer free, but able to live a full and happy life.
That story puts Christmas in perspective for me. All our usual Christmas festivities and traditions are great. It’s fun to enjoy Santa and presents and all of those kind of things. But as happy as all this can make us, it doesn’t really meet our deepest needs, nor address our most urgent concerns. It has no answer for cancer, or violence, or death.
For the serious problems of life we need what that Santa in the story pointed to. We need the one who in love came to our world to be born in Bethlehem’s stable. The one who one day would die for the sins of the world that we could be saved and reconciled to God.
I wish you all a wonder-filled Christmas. Good times with family and friends. Feasting and festivities. Reaching out to those in need or lonely.
But I especially hope that we realize our need of the one whose birthday we are called to celebrate: Jesus. For the really big stuff in life, only he has the answer. He is the answer. Turn to him, trust in him. And you’ll have the best Christmas ever.
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