It would have been a perfect picture postcard of Christmas - the pine trees outlined with snow, little flakes sifting gently downward, the streetlights haloed in the gray morning light. Except that I was seeing it from the kitchen sink with my head hovering over the garbage disposal retching up my guts. A gentle reminder that normal is still a long ways off for me. The meds I must continue taking are pretty strong, not to mention that the drugs I have been given will stay in my system for a long time, wreaking havoc at will.
It's OK though. I am in a better place than I have been. I am at the end of treatment and looking forward to a decade of cancer remission, of not feeling tired or weak or swollen all over. In fact, I have slowly been losing weight without trying. I notice that the red needle on my home scale does not fly quite as far as it used to. This is great! Perhaps my now normal sized glands are functioning better and my system is more efficient. How amazing is that! A new lease on life.
I appreciate the beauty of the day, and the retching passed quickly. I still fight a bit of dizziness as I gather my coat and scarf and head out the door to work. I am so grateful to be able to go to work, to walk fairly easily, to think clearly, to function as I ought. Perhaps it is a Currier and Ives sort of day after all.
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Earlier today (after reading your Advent devotional), I was thanking God for you. Now I'm interceding for you. I can't wait for the day when the lion will lie down with the lamb and all cancer will be banished!
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