Jennifer Voan's Staging Area

This run; which turned into a walk, was the most challenging event I ever put my shoes against. The beginning wasn’t so scary as I thought it would be, but neither was my husbands bone marrow transplant. As the journey progressed the wind picked up as every inch of my body struggled to move forward. The days were long in the hospital after transplant and every step of this journey parallels with my husbands walk through the last 7 months. My lungs were raw and in pain and I remember just a few weeks ago when Philips lungs were blocked. Halfway through the journey I was completely done. My legs didn’t want to work, I had to force the motion to move forward. My stomach was in pain and nausea piled with defeat had me wanting to give up. I didn’t prepare for this event and definitely not carrying the appropriate weight. How could I just give up on my husbands walk.. He wasn’t prepared either? I pushed up those hills, my breathing was weak, prayed to God several times for mercy. How he must have felt during those times of struggles consumes my inner soul as I ignored my flesh. I rounded the corner for the last hill up to the bridge when ocean waves of emotion struck my throat. I am almost done, my husband is almost done, we got this journey and we are pushing through the wind of defeat and claiming victory together!