The Biscuit


Sharing life. Discovering Hope. This is not just our tag line, but also a road map for my life.

On Thursday afternoon, sharing life became an awkward, uncomfortable, and scary place. A phone call announced that a brain tumor was discovered in my dad’s brain. It has become known as a “biscuit” near the base of his head. This biscuit requires surgery this Thursday, and my family is challenged by myriad feelings and questions, and honestly, doubt and fear. What if’s abound. My fatigue, pain, migraine, emotions, and altered sleep from flying out the day after receiving the news have me clinging to my faith. But I am so very weary.

Yet even in the midst of so much hard, there have been many gifts. My dad was released from the hospital late Friday evening to enjoy a short respite before returning Thursday morning for surgery. A God kind of funny, he was encouraged to eat as much red meat as possible, something he loves, but has had to significantly reduce. Then the gift of time together as a family, a time to laugh, a time to cry, a time to tell stories, a time to share concerns and fears, truly a time for everything under the Son. Time seems to have slowed down and sped up at the same time, a sense of urgency and anticipation, a sense of wanting to embrace each moment. Perhaps our family is growing closer.

This is my Dad’s hand holding the biscuit, very close to the 5cm size of the tumor in his head.

Sharing life is messy, but there is a sense of peace and hope that has descended on us. The prayers of the multitude have covered us with grace, comfort, and peace. How do we do life now, and in a few days, when we must focus on the biscuit…when uncertainty takes front stage?

So we gather together. We share life (even the messy parts). And we discover joy by caring for one another, being grateful, and praying like never before.

Is it really possible to find joy even though everything seems to point away?

I am gripping with fingernails digging into the promises of God, the person of Jesus, and the power of the Holy Spirit. And I will hang on to the joy and the beauty even in the midst of an unexpected biscuit.


Pamela Piquette is the mom of three adult children, grandma of a sweet baby granddaughter, and wife of almost 30 years. She has Ehlers-Danlos, chronic migraines, fibromyalgia, and dysautonomia.


3 Comments Leave a comment

  1. So eloquently written. Many prayers are being lifted up for the doctors and a successful surgery leading to completely healing in the name of our Father!


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