Three weeks before bro passed an analogy for his situation came to me - and it served me.
What if we thought of that life struggle as a boxing match. And God, as our all-knowing and all-loving creator, steps into the fight and says "you've suffered enough", and he calls the fight over. And as soon as we step out of that ring, that fight, we're completely restored.
Until God calls the fight, I'm gonna stay in that corner and cheer for my fighter. I'm gonna trust the judge, our merciful God, to know when it's time to quit. Not until he steps in and separates my fighter from his opponent will I relent. I believe in my fighter. And I believe in my judge. I want to beat our opponent. And we have a crowd of witnesses cheering and praying that we beat that opponent.
We had moved to Roswell about a month earlier, and Jimmy was still receiving treatment directed by Emory Hospital. Being the alternative cancer believer I am, I researched stage 4 treatment options and selected a "protocol" by a man named Bill Henderson to compliment Emory's deal.