Tuesday, March 3, 2015
The Gospel According to Joe: Dancing in the Surf
Today’s is Tuesday, December 2, 2014. So tomorrow is Week 3 of chemo. I’m beginning to learn what to expect, especially after spending two days with my sisters this week, both of whom are nurses. My kids inform me that evidently some of my most endearing traits run in the family. Stephen summed it up best: “Your sisters are a lot of fun, but they are nut mutts.”
Wednesdays are OK days, with anxiety about needles, pills and learning something new about what’s coming down the pike. Thursdays through Sunday mornings are just tough. Sleepless nights, tingling arms and hands, blah stomach, headaches—and nothing tastes or sounds good to eat. “Chemo Brain” and simply getting through the day is a struggle. Sunday afternoons through Wednesday mornings are bearable and sometimes good. It’s good to begin to see a pattern, to know what to expect, generally.
I am happy to report that lately my thoughts are, Lord, what will I do with my life, should You spare me of this lousy cancer? Two weeks ago, I was losing ground daily and could not even imagine the thought of survival. Wow! My son the doctor was so frustrated with me because I honestly couldn’t see any hope of getting past this. Now watch. Tomorrow I will be taken home. Wouldn’t that be funny in an odd way?
One of the things that has lightened my day when they are so long is to watch some old video music clips that Brett, our oldest son, put together of a few family gatherings many years ago. Check out “A Day at the Beach,” and “Monsterfroboy” on YouTube to see several of his works.
Thank you so much for your prayers, cards, visits and encouragement.
Trusting in Jesus Christ Alone,