A Jon Post
“Don’t forget these.”
I tell myself that in, paradoxically, the times we have at the hospital that are filled with either the sting of death or the victory of life.
Last week it was during the victory of life.
14-year-old Edson was about to begin the 14 hour bus ride back home after a visit to oncology here in Maputo. He lived here for a year from December 2010 to December 2011 with his mother and baby sister. We know them well. Edson and his mother were back (his baby sister is old enough to stay with the grandmother and father this time) for a follow-up visit to check to see if the cancer was growing back. Edson had just received the good news that, after the two weeks of staying in a hospital bed waiting for the results, the sonogram test to check for cancer came back clean.
He was free to go!
We had all been expecting and praying for this result but it was good to have the paper in hand to show it. He was leaving at 3 AM the next morning.
On a whim I asked him if he wanted to go for a ride with me to celebrate. We’d go down to a big department store on the beach, walk around and just have a good time saying goodbye.
In my car and to the store we went!
Edson with Anaya Last Year Before He Left
Have I mentioned that Edson wants to be an engineer when he grows up? He wants to design buildings and talks about how he loves to draw and design them already and how, in school, all his classmates come to him and ask him to draw them something when there is a drawing assignment. I told him about how my dad and brother are both engineers and that they design bridges! He was astounded as I told him how they design them to cross huge waterways and tower over landscapes. When I bragged on my younger brother for his integral contribution to the design and construction of one of the biggest bridges in Canada his eyes got huge and his grin wide. He told me he wanted to design the biggest building in Mozambique!
I sprung for a couple bottles of Coke and a couple chocolate candy bars and we went and sat at the beach drinking our cold Cokes and eating our chocolate, talking about his favorite movie, “Homen Verde” (It’s “Hulk” for you English speakers, “The Green Man” as it translates from Portuguese), how there’s a new one with The Green Man in it called “The Avengers” and how well he does in Math class at school. He doesn’t like his Portuguese class and prefers to stick to the science and math subjects.
On and on the conversation went, mingling moments of life’s victory into what has felt recently like a time of death’s sting.
“Don’t forget these.” I told myself again. “These moments are equally as important as the moments we are honored to accompany someone to eternity’s door.”
These moments, moments of life, Coke, and chocolate, are the echoes of the good news that awaits us on the other side of that door. Without these moments, we would have nothing from which we could reference the hope we have for something exponentially better. It is in these moments that Christ’s smile is reflected.
“Don’t forget these.” I told myself… not for the last time.