Episode I: December 31, 2015 After 7 days, I finally got transferred to St. Thomas Midtown from St. Thomas Rutherford about 10pm. They’re still guessing. The GI (gastrointestinal) docs seemed to be ignoring the OB/Gyn side of this (the rising HCG with a “pregnancy of unknown location”). OB/Gyn suggested the chance of Chorio but aren’t … More There & Back Again: The Ends & Beginnings of 3 Years
Out of my distress I called on the Lord; the Lord answered me and set me free. The Lord is on my side; I will not fear. What can man do to me? (Psalms 118:5-6) From January 2016 through February 2017 (with a 3 month break in between)…this was my life: Treatment was a 14 … More A Day in the Life (part 2)
6:20 – Wake up. My sleep needs have drastically increased, so I probably got about 9 hours last night, but still feel somewhat tired. 6:30 – Coffee and sit down with my Bible and then read some of “Walking with God through Pain and Suffering” by Tim Keller. 7:30 – Kids are released from their … More A Day in the Life (part 1)
“ But those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength; They shall mount up with wings like eagles, They shall run and not be weary, They shall walk and not faint. “ – Isaiah 40:31- (March 2017) If you’ve been around church much, you’ve heard this verse before. You may have heard it … More Mommy, Can I Get My Hair Cut Like Yours?
(Watching the eclipse from the roof of the hospital parking garage.) So here I am again…in the cancer clinic waiting room… How many times have I been here? There’s no counting. Maybe 200?…Two hours at a time, sometimes four. Over the course of the last 2 years, I have seen the same people come in … More Confessions of a Cancer Clinic Waiting Room
That’s my little achiever kid right there….climbing a 15 foot rope. As an achiever, I write my day as successful based on how much I have achieved. Achieve = to successfully bring about or reach a desired objective, level, or result by effort, skill, or courage. Sounds pretty good to me. Lately however, I’ve been … More I Give Up
I can still feel my heart ripping… torn by the sounds of the screams from the depths of the soul of my then-2 year old. She was again being pulled away from me, forcing the release of her clothes-shredding grip, heading back for yet another parent-less night of sleep while Robby was busy talking to … More Mommy, what’s cancer?