Hope is a Two-Word Phrase

I'm at a place in my life where I am not only content, but also at peace with the fact that I might die tomorrow for whatever reason. (I hear North Korea has some missiles pointed at us on the West Coast, y'all.) I'm grateful for what I've had and ready for what may come. But I don't accept cystinosis as a reason for imminent death. So I am very glad to see this, published by the NIH:

"Prior to the use of renal transplantation and cystine-depleting therapy, the life span in nephropathic cystinosis was no longer than ten years. With these therapies, affected individuals can survive at least into the mid-forties or fifties with satisfactory quality of life."

There is much to be hopeful about within this excerpt. But even more specifically:

Hope is a two-word phrase: at least.

And then there is this, published in a piece by Drs. Gahl and Nesterova: "Renal allografts and medical therapy targeting the basic metabolic defect have altered the natural hisotry of cystinosis so drastically that patients have a life expectancy extending past 50 years."

All the sad stories go viral very quickly within my community. Do you have the courage to share true hope - the hope that we don't have to wait for, the hope that exists in the here and now? In our understandable zeal to raise research funds for the children, dare we share?

Hope is a two-word phrase: at least.

I may not be the bravest person around, but I have at least this much courage.