Even though her appointment was scheduled in the morning, it was already after noon when she made it back for her treatment and I was well on my way out of town with the boys for a weekend in the woods with the Boy Scouts. I didn't want to miss her treatment, but I was outvoted and she wanted me to get them out more than I needed to be with her...still felt helpless not being there. When she finally called to tell me her and her mom were leaving the hospital, we had already set up camp and were tucked away in our tents for the night. Another lovely experience at MDA with only one more treatment left on the books. What was five days for a semblance of recovery has stretched to seven. The chemicals are building up in her system and taking its toll on her. Did I mention how much I hate cancer?
She's pushed through yet another personal holocaust and has somehow made it to the end of this nightmare with her sanity still in check. We still had our moment of tears when I returned for the weekend trip and our usual talk about not wanting/needing to continue this, that it should be enough, right? I see why so many survivors show up to the charity sponsored walks/runs and soar through without any complaints or issues - they've been to hell and back, this 5k thing is just a walk in the park.
May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope. Romans 15:13
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