Wellness Update

Sunday evening.

Had a terrific visit with Sister #3. Plenty to tell you about her visit, and the impression she made on certain physicians, but not tonight.

I'm such a tease.

I cried a lot this week, every time I thought of how I am done with chemo. It's very surprising how emotional this end has been. I can't think of a good reason for it except to say that I don't think I've ever felt this kind of relief before, and I guess relief produces tears.

The other part, I realized during worship service on Saturday night, is deep, deep gratitude. To all of you. Seriously. Your comments, knowing you were reading this blog, knowing I had so many amazing people in my corner were all a genuine help along the road thus far. You should all very proud of yourselves and even productive.

"What did you do this year of significance?"
"I helped a friend get through chemotherapy!"

And then there was that time of worship with the Lord. My, my. . . I haven't had too many moments as intense as that one.

To be able to come before Him after Round 6 and say, "You promised not to forsake me and You didn't. And You did so much to make those weeks a lot easier than they could have been. . ." it was breath-taking.

There is that famous hymn "all is well with my soul," written by a guy who'd just lost his wife and daughter at sea, and it echoes a theme found often in the Bible and throughout the Christian life--that God is Sovereign, and come what may in personal circumstances, the thing that makes the worst conditions OK is the very character of the Living God--that He's faithful, powerful and good. And because of Who He is, one way or another, the story is going to have an ending that the believer can be thankful for.

I haven't--and we haven't--lived in anything close to the worst of circumstances. On a scale of 1 to 10 of Bad News, I'd say the year so far has been about a 3. But even so, now that I'm on the other side of that rough patch of surgery and treatment, and have experienced--not just been told about--walking with the living Lord of Lord through a narrow passage, I see the point of that hymn.

What a Mighty God.

I have much to tell you about radiation, The Visit, as I mentioned, and the coming Extended Blogger Break I'm planning on. But I'm still tired enough from Round 6 that I turn in early. And I haven't seen my husband in a week, so it'd be nice to talk to him while I'm still conscious. . .

Thank you again, truly, truly. I'm living with an embarrassment of riches.