Friday, May 24, 2013

Wait

As I get closer to the end of the treatment phase of our cancer journey I catch myself deviating from my resolve to take one day at a time.  I'm mentally jumping ahead to the completion date and to hopefully getting back to at least a degree of what we enjoyed BC ( before cancer).  Streams in the Desert reminds me to rein in these impulses and to settle back into the comfort of God's timing, not mine.
If there is one thing I have learned through this journey it is that most of my major disappointments have resulted from the expectations of life to occur on my timetable.  Sometimes these expectations were based on something for which I had been praying and sometimes they just involved the mundane things of life in general.  I have been forced, thankfully, to wait, wait, wait. My agenda hasn't often come to fruition, and today I can thank my God for that.
Sarah of the Old Testament laughed when she was told that she would bear a son in her old age, yet that's exactly what happened.  Sarah's timing?  Not!  God's timing?  Perfect!
Lord, please don't allow me ever to laugh or doubt when You set Your perfect plan in motion for me.

"It is not for us who are passengers to meddle with the chart and with the compass.  Let that all-skilled Pilot alone with His work."-Hall (Streams in the Desert).

"Sarah bare Abraham a son in his old age, at the set time of which God had spoken to him."-Genesis 21:2 (Translation Unknown).

On the health front:
We survived the marathon visit to the chemo room yesterday.  Some folks were already in treatment when I arrived and they were still hooked up when we left, so no complaints here.  The addition of Potassium yielded no surprises, thankfully.
I'm putting on weight a bit faster than I would choose, surprisingly, since I have been careful about intake.  A visit with the oncology nurse reminded me that part of my infusion chemo includes a steroid that boosts the effectiveness of Gemzar but can add unwanted weight.  Hopefully it will all balance out in the end.....and not my "end", preferably, which is where the weight usually goes!
All is well.

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