“My God who is and who abides forever ordered me to be born; He is at my side, helping me, strengthening His hand-maid in all things...”
No chemo this past week; my platelets and bone marrow could not handle it. So, we will give it one more go this week. Tuesday blood draw. Wednesday decision. If I have not recovered enough, then we are done. No more (at least for now.)
Despite his own weariness and battle scars of the last seven months, yet again I hear my husband cleaning the kitchen and making dinner accompanied by his singing and humming snitches and snatches of various songs with a bit of whistling woven throughout. I am humbled and most blessed. (I will not give up my fight against my own weakness.)
Note from Elizabeth
Although I am determinedly declaring that I will not allow being a cancer patient to define me, I recognize that in truth, for the next several months, it will in many ways do just that, This blog, Fighting with the Wind, is where my medical updates, philosophical musings, humorous anecdotes, heart-warming stories, spiritual contemplations, angry rantings, and joyous celebrations can be found.