In two hours we will be back at the hospital for our third chemo injection. At this point, we have found a rhythm to this season. This week brings the "up" and restlessness that steroids trigger, a slow loss of energy, a bottoming out, and a gradual return to activity. By last night the pantry is stocked from one last big trip to the grocery store, our laundry is completely done, and we settle in for the siege. And I shift into the role of day to day house management again. That's what I mean by a rhythm to the season.
But wait, this is Easter Week. We look back at HIS work for us. And we look ahead to the time when the difficult rhythms of illness and treatment will be gone, replaced by the harmony of a people celebrating the permanent remission of sorrow and disease.
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i'm praying for mom today. katharine misses her ama and apa. i think she was spoiled! =)
mmmm, thanks for this dan and nancy. nancy--you are in our prayers for sure. so glad you got to get away to fulton! what a gift. please keep us updated, we read blogs often! love, allie for the stryds
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