Thank you to all who have so faithfully kept our family in their prayers, who have selflessly given of their time, resources, and love toward us.
My father-in-love, Craig, has been the amazing Uber driver for us these past two days. He picked us up at 530 am yesterday morning to bring us to the hospital for Josh’s surgery. A few blocks from our home, on the way to the freeway, a car passed us on the left through a double yellow line, hit an embankment, swerved in front of us, and then sped off to our right past us. By the grace of God, the two cars behind us and our vehicle were not hit.
Once we checked in at the hospital, Josh entered pre-op. We met his entire surgical team at various points, the nurses took his vitals, put in his IV’s, and he got changed and sanitized.

The goal going into the surgery was to remove Bruno and to perform it all robotically. The anesthesiologist asked Josh if he would be interested in a spinal tap, which would help his pain level for about 24 hours. Josh talked to a friend who is an anesthesiologist the previous night, and he recommended the spinal tap. He agreed to the spinal tap. I found out post-surgery that they attempted the spinal tap unsuccessfully.
He was asked several times to see if he was anxious. He said, “I’m not anxious for the surgery; I just want to make sure that they get all of this cancer out me.”
So, after needle pokes, prayer, and final kisses, they wheeled Josh back into surgery.

We waited in the waiting room. I occasionally received a text message with an update. Some dear family members and an amazing friend came and waited with Papa and me at different times. Sweet ladies from church had packed a cooler full of food to enjoy the next few days and a backpack of all things cozy. The surgery was at least five hours, closer to 6. As the surgery ended, I received a call from the surgeon, and he expressed incredible news.
“The surgery was successful, and we were able to accomplish what we set out to do. I was able to remove the tumor, and there was no sign that the cancer had spread. We were also able to perform the surgery robotically, which was our original goal. Josh is doing well and will be in recovery for about two hours. “
Happy tears! Of course, I expressed my heartfelt thanks to Dr. Ahmad and said, “God bless you.”
We are overjoyed with this news and incredibly thankful to the Lord for his mercy and faithfulness. Josh and I have often reflected on the fact that the army that has surrounded us for this journey has appeared to be hand-picked. Incredible doctors, nurses, dear family, supportive and endearing friends…everyone has been intentional and compassionate. We continue to place Josh’s complete healing into the Lord’s hands. The road ahead will be unique and a tad long, but this is the biggest weight off our shoulders with an encouraging outcome.
As Josh was waking up last night, he was very concerned to talk to our kiddos and share the good news, too. Addy and Josiah have been troopers in this journey. Two nights before surgery, Josh sat down with them and carefully walked them through what would take place with his surgery. He described the loop ileostomy and the procedure that would rework the sphincter and where the bag would be placed. We giggled over his half-shaven tummy and placement dots by his wound care nurse earlier that day. I’m so proud of my husband for always taking the time to carefully explain these hard-to-understand concepts to our kids and others who have had questions.
I’m writing this almost 24 hours post-surgery, sitting in Josh’s hospital room with his Dad. When I walked in this morning, he was working with two nurses to get up from bed, stand, and walk across the room, and then sit up in his chair. The wound is tender, and that is absolutely to be expected. His vitals have been good, and his pain has been between a four and a five. The ileostomy bag isn’t filling up just yet, and wound care should be here sometime today. A nutritionalist was in and explained important tips with regard to food moving forward, especially for the next seven weeks. Low fiber, no seeds, nuts, raw fruits or veggies, or skins.

Isn’t that smile amazing?!
Special thank you to Mema, Uncle Joey and the aunties for caring for our kiddos so well. And to Papa for being the best Uber driver, keeping me safe in downtown Portland!
Josh had a time of worship in his hospital bed last night, and I did too when I returned home last night. We’re incredibly grateful for the outcome of this surgery and feel hopeful for the next steps. And, as I wrote to a few friends last night, the brevity of life is not lost on us. Within about a week, we lost a friend to cancer, and another who had battled cancer passed suddenly from a stroke.
We truly never know how the Lord will use our time here on this earth. For now, we are grateful that He continues to write this story of ours and simply want it to be all for his glory.
Bless you, dear friends and family, for upholding us so well during this time. Your prayers and intentionality have sustained us. We literally have faithful prayer warriors praying all over the nation, and some even oversee’s. Talk about the body of Christ in action!

Bruno is dead!!!















