"Oh give thanks to the Lord, for he is good, for his steadfast love endures forever!" --- Psalm 107:1
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The past four months of cancer treatments? **
Of course, some days felt dark. Grace-less. Scary. Yet, those often served to make any special, healing times shine like miracles.
Like, the silent reflux worsened (I'll spare you the details), but finally, with just one slippery elm pill daily, it cleared up. No throat or digestive problems and I could return to my full gluten-free diet. Such. A. Miracle.
So much was snatched from me--my health, freedom, regular schedule, choices, desires to do nearly anything normal, etc.,-- so food became important, like the one choice left. That is, once I made peace with becoming gluten intolerant (a test, indeed. Made me grumpy until I began searching online for gluten free foods I liked).
The best thing about chemo days? Their breakfasts and lunches. Soo good. Really. The gluten-free vegetable lasagna--wow.
Facebook became a huge encouragement and I discovered, more than before, who is in 'my village'. I'd put out my prayer requests and friends quickly responded. They rejoiced with me over my victories, sympathized with my difficulties and left kind words and help in Messenger.
These encouragers were a vital connection to the friendly outside world and oh-so appreciated.
Speaking of Facebook, here are 3 short posts I shared--
For fellow lovers of books: Yesterday sitting next to a woman (my age), I asked, "Is that a good book?" and oh my! That opened a door to such a nice conversation. We both preferred morally decent books and shared the types of books we enjoy. It was like speaking to one of you, my friends!
I highly recommend doing this if you find yourself in a waiting situation, etc. It's something I've always wanted to try and am happy I finally did.
Lately? I meet people nearly everyday and can offer them so little, but! I can give them kind words. Compliment their clothing. Or be the tiny waiting room comedienne Or encourage the lab techs to appreciate their youth or thank the wheelchair pushers for their kindness or have conversations with folks who look sad, etc. Our words can change lives and may I never forget that no matter how tired I'm feeling.
Must thank you again for your prayers! I returned to the chemo room for a Keytruda and magnesium treatment and for the first time, ever, I walked up there by myself, no wheelchair needed. Three hallways and an elevator! And my legs no longer felt like someone else's faulty ones.
What a miracle and a reminder that many trials are for a season and not to be viewed or feared as lasting forever.
Thanks again to each of you!
Then there was the beautiful 'Doctor Zhivago Woman' in the waiting room. A tad younger than me, she wore full make-up (none of the rest of us did), a beautiful winter outfit and a long, silver ponytail. What a delight each time I saw her (of course I complimented her that first time.).
In fact, I became good at sharing compliments, but only if I truly meant them. You know, so to be genuine.
One time, as I searched for a restroom, a doctor alone in the long hospital hallway asked, "Looking for freedom?" (I still smile about that.)
My neighbor, Sue, did our laundry. Tom drove me all those many miles, for months, over the Buffalo thruway and also, washed hundreds of dishes. Naomi often cleaned our kitchen while we were at appointments. Our carpet guy (who'd not been here in years) only charged half. A friend sent me a pot with a tiny rose bush, another friend baked us brownies and my sister mailed a soothing care package. (See my last post for more kindnesses.)
On my birthday, a gigantic rainbow hung over us on the drive home. We had lots of sunny, snowless days and many Aldi deliveries to our door, plus lunch deliveries as well--how wonderful to not need to run out shopping for these, especially on days I felt exhausted.
So there you go--many of the blessings which, to me, felt like miracles in the midst of storms. And always the goodness and protection of Almighty God, Himself. He is so good.
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** Some of you asked me to share my treatments, so for you, here you go:
External radiation
Internal radiation
Chemotherapy (in case you wondered, yes, I still have my hair. Altho' it is thinner these days.)
MRI's
CT scans
PT scans
Blood transfusions
Keytruda and magnesium treatments (still have Keytruda treatments monthly)
Biopsies
... and a port placed in my lower shoulder/chest for IV's and taking blood rather than using my arms. I've come to really appreciate that port, although I've never looked closely at it. Yick.
"If God put a Goliath in front of you, He knows there's a David inside of you." --- copied
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Please remember: My posts are always about more than they appear to be.
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"For if you forgive others their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you, but if you do not forgive others their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses." ... Matthew 6:14,15
