Finally, I made it. I have completed my necessary four rounds of chemotherapy. This has been a long road traveled by tiny steps over 12 weeks. There were times I never thought I would see the last round because it seemed so far away. But, the day finally arrived and it was full of reminders that God has been watching the whole time.
The day started as normal; I was up at 2:00 a.m. Eight hours later, when it was finally time for my appointment, I checked in, got weighed and then picked my cubby for the day. Everything was just as it had been for the past 3 rounds. Then little by little, the day changed into special moments I believe God intended to show me that He remembered and it was a big deal to Him, too.
The first round of chemo was special because the therapy dog, Charlie, showed up and was a great comfort. He is only a few years old and was gentle and loving. He acted like he knew it was my first time and that I needed support. I haven’t seen Charlie since that first day. But, guess who showed up? Charlie! As you can see, he was ready for a treat and to say “goodbye”. It was so great to see him. It made it feel complete to see him again.
As I sat reading and waiting for lunch, a young lady approached me from her cubby where she was receiving chemotherapy that day, too. She remarked that she was so glad to see me today because she had noticed me the day before and I had inspired her. She explained that she couldn’t help notice that was younger than her and to hear that I was on my last treatment gave her hope to be able to push through her last two treatments. I must say, it is very humbling to have someone say you inspire them. But, I must give the glory to God because there is nothing I have done or will do. It is all about Him! We talked for quite some time and got to know each other a little bit. It was amazing how much we had in common and how much we are both relying on God to get us through this and perform a miracle. We exchanged contact information and have checked on each other the past two days. God is good even in the midst of crisis. He added another friend to my life. Oh, how much He loves us!
The day finished and I was ready to leave. As I looked up at my husband, tears began to flow down my face. I was so overcome with emotions. My husband has been very consistent and purposeful to speak God’s promises and His life over me during this time. He looked me in my eyes and said, “You will never have to sit in that chair ever again”. And, I felt my spirit hold on to the promise…I will never sit in a chemo chair again.
As I stood up the nurse came to give me my certificate of completion. It is man’s way of saying “good job” and “congratulations”. I’m glad I have this paper to put into my scrapbook and show my great-grandkids what I overcame at one point in my life. But, this paper has very little value to my spirit. My spirit rejoices in the healing I know has taken place. I don’t have a tangible document to show what God has done…YET! But, I WILL! My MRI is scheduled for July 2nd. This will be the day the doctors will stand amazed at what God has done over the past 12 weeks. I can not wait to see those images. I know God is working. I don’t know His plans and purposes, but I know He has been faithful.
Yesterday was physically difficult. I was very tired and stayed in the bed most of the day. Today I am still tired, but I’ve been up and out of the house a little. I am praying that my energy will only continue to increase as the days go by. Please remember me as I carry on through the month of June. There are no appointments scheduled and it is a bit weird to be “done” with doctors for a short period of time. We are back to the waiting game and that can be very hard mentally and emotionally. Please pray for peace of mind and for us to be reminded of God’s promises as we wait for the MRI and upcoming surgery.
Waiting and Believing!