'Twas the night before Chemo

I was going to attempt to change the words to the whole poem and then I thought better. Let's face it, I'm just not that creative. Nor do I want to spend precious time on my Sunday before Chemo wasting brain cells. But it would have been a good idea, maybe some other time.

This weekend has been fabulous. And sometimes a fabulous weekend right before my tough week can be counter productive. You know, the kind of thing where life has finally gotten back into the normal groove, I'm feeling good, having fun and then BAM, here we go again.

But I've been thankful for some really great prayer times and and some great verses from the Bible; reminding me that God goes with me every step of the way this week. Because, remember, there is still a chance that I could walk into the chemo room tomorrow and they send me right back home because my immunity is low. But I've come to grips with the fact that God is controlling the timing of this thing. I will be thankful, either way. (However, I'm still trusting that He is booting my counts as we speak.)

I've also gotten pretty excited about thinking that after this round there is only ONE MORE rough week. Only one more treatment of each day. In four weeks, all the rough parts will be history. I'll tell you what, there's going to be a party around here... that's for sure!

One of my sweet nurses, Amy, is getting married June 9th in Florida. She will be gone for all of my last treatment. I found out where she is registered and went out and bought her a wedding gift. I'm excited to surprise her tomorrow. I got her a card and as I was writing her a note, thanking her for the amazing and tender care she's given me, I started to cry. It's weird how attached I've gotten to these people. Now, I don't have to get THAT sad, since I'll be seeing them once every three weeks for the next year for my follow up treatment, but still. As this big part wraps up and I think about the basket case that I started out as and where I sit today, I'm so thankful for where the Lord has brought me. I know this thing is not over (in reality, I still have one more round after this, even though I keep telling myself this is my last one that *counts*) I have begun to see the very bright light at the end of the tunnel.

With that being said, prayers for this week are greatly appreciated! First, that I would be able to go ahead with chemo this round as scheduled (next round too for that matter). Also, that when the chemo funk hits, I would be able to run to God for the strength and courage to make it through. And of course, as always, that the cancer is gone... forever!

Thanks friends. You are greatly appreciated, see you on the *other side*.