I have only
two treatments left. I am beyond excited. I finally asked the doctor the "then what" question. First I will have to get my surgery so I will no longer have an iliostomy. That, my friends, is a date I am ecstatic about. Then he said for three years I will have to be checked every 3 months on my blood levels and every 6 months scans. If nothing shows up, I'll be considered cancer free. I didn't ask if not, because my mind cannot even fathom more chemo treatments at this time. I'm remaining hopeful that I am healed and am camping there until further notice.
We have been reading through
"Fresh Encounters" by Henry Blackaby in a Women's small group on Wednesday nights, and boy has it been good. We are only on Chapter 5, but the level of conviction concerning my prayer life is huge. I cannot recommend this book enough for anyone who is ready for a revival in their spiritual life. It's good stuff!
Last week while playing wiffle ball at the park, my strong 17 year old soon hit the ball into my 13 year old daughter's eye (she was pitching!). She cried no less than an hour and off and on for hours she was in so much pain. She didn't get a full blown black eye but I think that was because of the icing we did. She did get a light black eye and her eye was blood red for days. Two days ago, the kiddos were playing basketball out front and she accidentally poked the same son in the eye and scratched it. It was also quite nasty! He had to wear an eye patch yesterday. I joked with them that we don't believe in an
eye for an eye, because then the whole world would be blind. Seriously though, they didn't heap guilt on each other and forgave each other rather quickly. After all, they were just accidents.
Yesterday I slept almost the entire day away. Meanwhile, the kiddos had yard sale and made about $30. They are working on saving money for the Jamaica mission trip that Timothy wants to go on. Nicholas may too but that depends if he gets picked for an apprenticeship next summer at Polyface Farms. We will know October 1st. I did wake up enough to take the yard sale leftovers they loaded into the back of the Suburban to Goodwill. Then back to sleep. Then I woke up enough to watch a bit of "The Patriot" and then see the Gators whoop up on Tennessee. Then I fell back asleep. Saw the munchkins off to church this morning, the hubby off to work, and am looking at all that needs to be done. That's the stinky thing about
being sickly. You want to do all the chores that are "shouting" at you to be done, but you just can't move. The kiddos do a great job keeping up most things, but it's not "mama" done. So my 2nd load of pears that need to be canned may have to wait a few more days, my latest sewing project will wait, along with all the other little things that need to be done, and that's okay. (At least that's what I'll keep telling myself so I don't nut up, ha ha.)
Thanks again for all the prayers. I will continue to preach to myself the good news of Jesus Christ, and have found the Lord to be near, my Provider, my Strength, and my Song.
