Chemo begins again...sigh...
Well, today we went to see Dr. Menzies in Cancer Care at BTHC because Dr. Woelk is on a well deserved holiday. The appointment was uneventful except for another patient trying to be funny by putting his foot on the scale while the nurse was trying to weigh Wes. We thought it was kind of funny, but I don't think our nurse was quite as amused.
The appointment didn't last very long and was pretty routine. We walked out to the parking lot and got in our separate vehicles. I went back to Winkler to drop off his chemo prescription and Wes went back to the sand pit to keep screening sand. The chemo should be here by tomorrow afternoon and then the treatment begins again on Thursday morning.
If it sounds very cut and dried...well, it is, sort of. Nothing about our life right now is completely cut and dried, but you do learn to cope. For me, some days are definitely better than others. But, I am thankful that he is still feeling well and is at this point free from any adverse side effects from the chemo and also from the tumor itself.
Every day there are moments when you catch yourself once again clinging to every bit of life with a clenched fist and then God slowly pries your fingers from the death grip and reminds you to trust him. He offers whispers of calm, peace and strength. The whispers don't always come the same way. Sometimes it's through tears, sometimes through laughter, sometimes through a well timed text from family, sometimes through a friend who hears your heart and sometimes it's through a special tiny red-headed girl who makes her way into the sound booth nearly every Sunday morning and says "Hi Ninah!" as she reaches up with her tiny arms so that I can hold her...and as I do I'm reminded that this is what God wants us to do too. To walk to Him, call His name, reach up and allow Him to hold us.
"Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort," 2 Corinthians 1:3
The appointment didn't last very long and was pretty routine. We walked out to the parking lot and got in our separate vehicles. I went back to Winkler to drop off his chemo prescription and Wes went back to the sand pit to keep screening sand. The chemo should be here by tomorrow afternoon and then the treatment begins again on Thursday morning.
If it sounds very cut and dried...well, it is, sort of. Nothing about our life right now is completely cut and dried, but you do learn to cope. For me, some days are definitely better than others. But, I am thankful that he is still feeling well and is at this point free from any adverse side effects from the chemo and also from the tumor itself.
Every day there are moments when you catch yourself once again clinging to every bit of life with a clenched fist and then God slowly pries your fingers from the death grip and reminds you to trust him. He offers whispers of calm, peace and strength. The whispers don't always come the same way. Sometimes it's through tears, sometimes through laughter, sometimes through a well timed text from family, sometimes through a friend who hears your heart and sometimes it's through a special tiny red-headed girl who makes her way into the sound booth nearly every Sunday morning and says "Hi Ninah!" as she reaches up with her tiny arms so that I can hold her...and as I do I'm reminded that this is what God wants us to do too. To walk to Him, call His name, reach up and allow Him to hold us.
"Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort," 2 Corinthians 1:3
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