The Ultimate Sacrifice
by Amy Remer
It was a cool September morning. Dew covered the tips of the grass. The house was dark and quiet. Such a calm moment as I opened my eyes. My husband was still asleep, as were our four children. I just wanted to stay in that moment forever and not face the day that was in front of me. But I had to. It was happening whether I wanted it to or not.
I woke my husband up so we could get ready. We didn’t say much, but small tears filled our eyes several times that morning. We were scared of what was to come, but we knew it had to be done. It had to be done to save my life.
The kids woke up and we said our goodbyes. I have never held my kids as tightly as I did that morning. It was the last time I would be able to hug them like that… and they knew it. I could feel it deep in their souls. The fear poured from their bodies into my heart as I held them closer and closer. I reassured them that I would be fine, yet I had no idea if that was true. I kissed them goodbye and walked out the door – it was the last time they would see their mom “whole.”
We drove and drove to the hospital for what seemed like forever. This was a very familiar drive for us; we had made it many times over the last three years for numerous chemotherapy appointments, surgeries, radiation treatments, scans, and doctor’s appointments. However, today the drive was different. Today, the drive represented the most drastic life-changing moment. My husband and I listened to our favorite songs. We tried not to think about the next 12 hours but it was like an elephant in the backseat. ‘He is being so strong,’ I thought to myself as the hum of the road rang through my ears and the trees zoomed by.
After about an hour drive, we pulled into the hospital parking garage. My husband put the car in park. Then we froze. How in the world can someone walk herself into a hospital to get her entire arm cut off? Our bodies were heavy… we couldn’t move. We sat in that car for at least 15 minutes before mustering up the courage to walk in that hospital for my amputation surgery. It had to be done to save my life of this sarcoma I had been battling for over three years. I was choosing to trust in God, even when life seemed impossible. I was choosing hope, even when all hope seemed lost. I was choosing life, even if it meant the ultimate sacrifice.
So in we went, hand-in-hand, and we never looked back. We pressed into our faith and stayed focused on this gift of life that we are given each day. That was over a year ago, and I thank God every single day that I am still alive and breathing. This life is short, and every day is a blessing.
Amy Remer is a writer and speaker dedicated to sharing God’s faithfulness even in the toughest of times. She has walked through the loss of a baby, a miscarriage, a child with special needs, cancer, an amputation of her arm, and the loss of her father. Amy has been sharing her journey through social media and various speaking engagements. She is in the process of writing her first book. Amy resides in Swanton, Ohio, with her husband and their four children. Despite everything they’ve been through, it hasn’t stopped them from going on adventures and living life with no regrets! Connect with her on Facebook.
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I loved reading your story. Thank you for speaking your story to help others in similar situations.