I’ve been to far too many funerals the last few weeks. First it was my aunt Betty (Mom’s sister), then it was the son of a friend from Sunday school, and just last week the funeral of David’s grandmother, Ruth Burchell. Then on Easter Hollie Miller preached about death. Even though I’ve felt very confident that the chemo was working, somewhere in the back of my mind I began to wonder if all of my encounters with death were preparing me for my own. I didn’t share that thought with anyone for fear that I would make them uneasy, but the thought was there. And, I made my peace with it. Still, I hoped and prayed that the chemo was working and that I’d have more time to spend with family and friends and more opportunities to share my story of faith with those who need to hear it.
With much relief and gratitude, I am happy to report that today I got wonderful news. The scan showed significant improvement. The chemo is working! The plan now is to restart treatment when my feet recover from the Xeloda pills, probably in a week or two. I’ll continue with Avastin infusions and a lower dose of Xeloda and then have a PET scan later in the summer. Assuming all is well, it is likely that I’ll be on some type of chemo regimen for the rest of my life. I know that doesn’t sound like great news, but when you consider the alternative it sounds pretty good to me.
I’m not at liberty to share details, but two other members of my family also got good news today. Getting good news is so exhilarating, but even better than getting good news is the peace that comes with knowing even if your prayers aren’t answered the way you hope, God is still in control and He still has your best interests at heart.
Thanks for your continued prayers and for caring. I am humbled and blessed by the tremendous support coming my way.
“And we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose.” Romans 8:28