Radiation, Chemo, & Staying Afloat

And there it was again. "We did not see what we were hoping to see." And so starting in a few weeks, I will begin five weeks of radiation five days a week, in conjunction with chemo. This will be followed by three months of Big Guns Chemo. 
​I feel like Pooh in the Pooh Corner flood, struggling to stay afloat.  Just when I think I have found my balance and am staying upright, along comes the wind or a wave (or even a ripple on some days) and splash! there I am again grabbing for a floatation device of any description. Now for me the first and foremost source of rescue is found in God, and I am aware that I have yet to write about the foundations of faith on which my life has been and is being lived out. I think that is such a colossal topic and one that is still quite complicated for me in the midst of life with cancer that I just have not been ready to put it to paper.  It will come. In the meanwhile, I have a myriad of photos that are records of the love being shown to me by family and friends; they have arrived as angels bringing light and beauty, counterbalancing the darkness and the ugliness of cancer. And lest any of you are thinking now that that all sounds so dramatic, perhaps even overly so, it is not. It is the reality of my experience these last seven weeks. The love, sacrificial giving, and kindness surrounding me has been astounding and humbling. It leaves me speechless.  And so I will let the photos tell the story. And my apologies to those whom I was not able to capture on camera. These are indeed simply a sampling!

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