James 3:17 || The Cartwrights || Mid-August 2018
Micah had sat in near-complete silence at the dinner table while every other doctor had poured over his little brother’s medical records. He didn’t feel like it was his place to impart an opinion of his brother’s cancer treatment when it wasn’t his specialty. Perhaps, more than that, Jameson was the person in his family he was closest to. In truth, he was still in denial about the whole ordeal. For months his frustration at work with ineffective recovery missions had left him quietly unsatisfied with his career. With Jameson away in San Diego, albeit un healthy, Micah had no reason to be concerned until he saw James in person. It was immediately obvious that something wasn’t right and the emotions he’d been avoiding dealing with from the last failed mission were now bubbling to the surface with these new concerns.
Jameson never saw Micah break down and he didn’t want to put any added stress on James during this trying time. From the moment James got back to Los Angeles and throughout the trip to Australia, Micah had put on a coat of armor. He took care of everyone in his family falling apart over James’ sickness. There was a hopelessness that came with being a doctor and knowing the diagnosis. Even as a treatable cancer, Micah could feel the inevitably of its reoccurrence on the whole family and, worse still, he could see everyone treating James differently and how much that bothered his little brother. The long running humdrum of Micah’s job since he decided to take a break from emergency medicine missions no longer bothered him, he found a sense of purpose again in going out to help, and could feel himself itching to go while James was in the hospital. Instead, he kept up the monotony and balanced it out with checking on his family members, letting them suck out every ounce of energy he had to even think about work.
How long had James been in the hospital before it broke him? He couldn’t be sure. With so many people in the house he decided to take an afternoon to himself, fishing seeming like a solid enough excuse when he had the equipment siting in the garage unused. As he sat in his dinghy, he let it float along with the flow of the water coming down from the mountains, never even casting a line. More than ever before, he needed and leaned on Alessandra, and he thought about how he’d sat with her, holding her hand tightly while he worried rather than going out of his way to worry her with concerns. Was it out of being polite? He couldn’t be sure, but now there was a guilt settling in that he may have left her worrying about him and his brother. The outing was short as a new determination found him. While he rowed back he looked around, drinking in Gods beauty around him. The life was mingled with death as a few trees already started to kiss summer goodbye and other long-fallen trees rotted at their feet. Micah gave the dinghy a few strong rows before putting the ores back in the boat. He slipped his hand into the water and prayed.
Micah wasn’t the type to partake in stream-of-consciousness prayer. He had always loved the structure and history of Catholic recitation. His thoughts were still on Alessandra and he thanked God for bringing her into the family, for her unyielding love and support, particularly in this difficult time. Like Micah, she had been supportive of James’ diagnosis and decision without codling or putting pressuring on him or other family members. The thought of that frustrating and heartbreaking discussion at the dinner table in Byron Bay moved his thoughts to his frustration with God. “I don’t understand why you chose him,” He paused in his prayer, his heart growing heavier as his knowledge of science turned to blame of what he couldn’t understand on his Father. He took a deep breath and finished the though, “but the wisdom from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, open to reason, full of mercy and good fruits, impartial and sincere.” He’d quoted James 3:17 and found peace in the Lord’s word without realizing it. “I trust you. I trust you.”
When he got home he’d talk to Aless about it all, the need to help people in crisis despite the failures and the struggles to maintain his faith through James’ illness. He hoped she’d understand and still support him. So much of their lives was connected through their faith and her belief that his career was what he was meant to be doing. Micah still wondered if, in his confusion of why James had cancer, he was internalizing other worries and putting a focus on himself. Nevertheless, talking through what he and his wife wanted in the near and distant future, even if those desires were still the same, was like checking the stones of a path home, making sure no one could trip and hurt themselves. At the end of the day and for the first time in a long time, there was a relief. With Alessandra, he surfaced and took off the armor and the weight he’d been carrying for his family and his career, and he was able to be honest with himself, to cry through the sadness, to feel both her and His reassurance that things would settle with time.