I planned on writing a tribute to Debbie Huesser, our beloved late teacher, before I posted again. But I haven’t been able to find the right words or any words about it, really. Not quite yet.
Justin is doing well since New Year’s Eve, when his most recent round of chemo began. Normal ups and downs. He is pictured here playing monopoly with Nicky and our friend, Emily.
Justin is starting to talk about how he would like to celebrate the end of his chemotherapy (scheduled for the end of March/beginning of April).
We’ve had some ideas, but would like to hear from you. Suggestions?
Wow. I can’t belive we may actually NOT have chemotherapy in our lives very soon.
Okay. Now here’s some cancer mom confession truth. My recent tummy trouble has grown exponentially.
Stress has wreaked havoc on my body. My junk food hasn’t helped either. I am currently a little bit of a mess. I can’t eat much without vomiting and stomach pain.
I must give you an example. It would be rude not to, really. Christmas night. Driving home from our friends’ house with an empty ice bucket on my lap, having lent it for the festivities. Suddenly, turkey, with its many glorious trimmings, is rising fast in my throat. I open the window. I look around frantically for a bag or something.
Yes, Christmas Day ended with me carrying home an iceless ice bucket of my own puke instead of a fruit cake.
I am now seeing a GI specialist so it’s 500 tests and no more fun eating.
In the end, it will all be fine, though. I will be a few pounds lighter and maybe missing a gall bladder or something like that.
We are so very grateful for your continued support and prayers. God has faithfully provided and brought us to the other side of many moments I’d rather not remember.
Life can really, really, really stink. But God is good.
Here’s to hopefully experiencing less of those bright, eye-searing, face-numbing hospital ugly lights in 2019!
Grace be with you, my friends.