As you might guess, today's mission was to greet a solid meal (that includes more than just 1piece) of nutrition down me. This mission started as soon as Josh, our natural, human alarm clock, greeted me this morning. My stomach responded in a different way than over the past few days…it grumbled. At first it really freaked me out…I was preparing for the worst. But once it dawned on me what was going on I got excited and slowly…still not feeling completely well yet…I stumbled into the kitchen. The boys were eating pop-tarts and I thought “Why not?” Upon my first bite I realized my choice wasn't probably the smartest. A managed a few more notes and then spent the rest of the morning back to being miserable and sick.
This evening, after helping Josh get his Dinosaur Valentines addressed…Palm Bay Christian Preschool, you better love those valentines, I worked HARD on them!!!…A friend delivered a full tray of individually portioned chicken Parmesan! I had planned to get to the one already in the fridge, but the smoothie yesterday was enough for one day. I was beyond excited!! I tried a portion and a few noodles and FINALLY something stayed down…washed it down with some Sprite! Steve told me to have more…I wasn't going to chance my luck.
I'm excited! Tonight was my first meal in a week. Last week I had no clue what craziness was lurking around the corner. Tonight, I have a pretty good idea what's there and it's hard to get excited about getting zapped, injected and ultimately sick. Yet, I can't think about the countless people in my life and those everywhere that endure this as life. Here I am complaining about one week…yet there are those I sit next to during chemo that are on their third year of going through this battle…and they make ME smile. There is something indeed in common with those that walk this road, a hope that truly glows in the night…a hope that one day nobody will need radiation or chemo, a place with no pain, no needles and certainly tons of food. Some know this place exists, others have yet to find it but run after it. All of us fight and look forward because truly, there is no other option here.
So tomorrow is radiation round 2. I left exhausted last week, but it got worse as the week went on. Maybe when the techs look for the tumors tomorrow, they won't find them there! I can always hope.
Join me in praying for an encouraging week for both me and my family. Last week was a little rough, I think we deserve a break.
I'll update again when I can. Until then remember, you were bought “as-is” now go and be used as HIS. Show em there is something to look forward to…heaven here on earth. Give em Jesus like they've never seen before.