She married this gentle and funny photographer/social worker named Brayden, and went off to live in Arkansas. They have three little boys, all who are super close in age to my little girls. I don't think they have more than a few months between their ages. Their middle boy, Ben. is only a few days older than Jojo. We have definitely talked about having a triple wedding in the temple. Good genes, and we'd save money!
So, the title of this blog post kind of gives it away that this is not just a nostalgic post about Jessi. I'm glad it gives it away, because leukemia is enough of a surprise, we don't need a stupid blog post sneaking it in behind our backs. Ben was just officially diagnosed with leukemia yesterday. I haven't seen Jessi in about two years but I have been bursting into tears off an on for the last two days.
I can't even...I've been reading about AML, which is the kind he has, online and...oh man, it is really not good.
It's so strange too---my life is awesome right now. I am right on the brink of having all my dreams come true. I am really happy. I think about my life and the little things that take up my day, and I'm content and excited And then I'll remember that Ben has Leukemia and I will just start crying. It is so strange that humans can feel so happy and hopeful and horrified and sad within seconds--and go back and forth between the two. I hope Jessi and Brayden have some kind of relief like that too, some kind of break where they can feel happiness and humor...but when I try to imagine it, it's hard. I can't really, but humans do that right? You can't be sad all the time, just like you can't be happy all the time.
Anyway, I am trying to figure out how to help. I am praying a lot, and would ask you to say a prayer too for Ben Duncan. And I am sending a package with a gift card to pizza place (or maybe I'll just send the equivalent money because that seems more practical) and then a couple Advent calendars so that Ben can have something Christmasy that is not edible--because the Chemo will probably make him not so hungry. Any other ideas on what would help? I don't know what would help him or his parents.
Anyway sorry for the sadness. This is why I hate sad books now. There is so much sadness in other places, why invent more for books? Why invent anything but joy? Please pray for Ben.