Biblical Hope
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Two Nerf Guns and a Miracle
June 16–20, 2025 On Monday, the doctors decided to take a little more time before starting Kinley’s next round of chemotherapy. They wanted to get her fluids up and make sure her body was strong enough to handle what came next. Dr. Bains, one of the resident doctors, stopped by to check on her. He…
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His Word Will Not Return Empty
June 11–13, 2025 Wednesday was Megan’s and my fourteenth wedding anniversary. Fourteen years earlier, we stood together and promised to walk through life side by side. I am sure neither of us pictured celebrating an anniversary in separate cities while our daughter recovered from her first round of chemotherapy. Kinley was still feeling the effects…
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The Treatment Plan Starts
Whatever It Takes June 3–9, 2025 Tuesday was chemo day. Kinley was scheduled to receive her first round of chemotherapy, but nothing about the process was quick or casual. Late the night before, someone came into the room to check her heart and make sure it was strong enough for treatment. The next morning, we…
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Diagnosis
The Day the Waiting Had a Name June 2, 2025 The night before, Megan took Cohen home. The plan was for her to get a decent night’s sleep, spend some time at The Refined Pantry in the morning, and stop by the blood drive our family and friends had organized in Kinley’s name. There was…
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Mercy in the Waiting
June 1, 2025 was another hard day. By this point, we had been in the hospital for 15 days. We were tired. We were still waiting on answers. And now we had to make another painful decision. It was time to say goodbye to Oliver. Oliver was our oldest dog. Megan and I adopted him…
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The Weapon We Had Was a Bible
May 30–31, 2025 This new lull is taking its toll. Today is lucky number 13 in the hospital. Thirteen days of waiting. Thirteen days of questions. Thirteen days of doctors walking in and out. Thirteen days of trying to read faces, tones, pauses, and medical words we were never supposed to understand this well. On…
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The Gift is Already in the Room
Today is Father’s Day. Last year, Father’s Day happened in a hospital. Cohen and I had stayed at the Hog House the night before. When we got to the hospital that morning, Megan went out and got us breakfast. That was Father’s Day. Not a big celebration. Not a relaxing lunch. Not some perfectly planned…
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Bad Hours & Good Hours
Good Hours and Bad Hours Memorial Day, May 26–27, 2025 Today was rough. Megan had gone home the afternoon before with Cohen. Kinley and I had a good evening together, just hanging out and watching Duck Dynasty. Overnight, she was awake quite a bit, but she was still in good spirits. Then morning came, and…
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Post-Chemo Scans and the Weight of Waiting
Lamenting Wednesday, January 28th, we walked into the hospital—and for the first time in a long time, it felt strange. Not scary.Not overwhelming. Just… unfamiliar. There was a quiet thought that hit all of us at once: We don’t really belong here anymore. And as strange as that sounds, it was a beautiful realization. After…
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Five Ways to Support a Family in the Hospital with a Sick Child
What Actually Helped Us When your child is hospitalized long-term, especially when the hospital is far from home, life stops following the rules you once relied on. Days blur.Schedules collapse.Hunger comes and goes. Flexibility stops being a luxury and becomes survival. During Kinley’s hospital stays, we learned that the support that mattered most wasn’t flashy…