A Cape May Respite
We made it to Cape May!! What a delightful week! My nausea and fatigue lingered but did not prevent me from soaking up the reprieve. We had a wonderful time together as a family, enjoying walks, good books, ice cream, laughter, the waves, and beautiful sunsets. Asher brought a buddy, and they had fun playing Spikeball on the beach, wandering around the outdoor Washington Street Mall, and eating their way around town. Maddie didn’t bring a friend this year, which gave us treasured time to connect with her before she leaves for college in a few weeks. Once again, the Lord timed things out perfectly to allow us to get away. And this year, the gift of a vacation felt especially sweet.
By the end of the week, I started feeling the dread of next week’s infusion creeping in. I texted an SOS to some prayer friends and have felt the dark cloud lifting a little, but it never seems far away. I’m asking the Lord to shine his light into my darkness and fear. With open hands, I’m also asking him to perhaps give some relief to my nausea these next two rounds. I know, even if he chooses not to relieve the discomfort, that he’ll give me what I need to get through. But I simply want to ask as a child would ask her Daddy, and trust what he decides is best.
Only two more rounds of AC to go!! My bloodwork looks good this week, so I’ll continue with round 3 on Monday. Thank you, friends, for pushing us toward the finish line!
The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear?
The Lord is the stronghold of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?
For he will hide me in his shelter in the day of trouble;
he will conceal me under the cover of his tent; he will lift me high upon a rock.
I believe that I shall look upon the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living!
Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the Lord!
—Psalm 27:1, 5, 13-14
For you did not receive the spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you have received the Spirit of adoption as sons [and daughters], by whom we cry, “Abba! Father!”
—Romans 8:15
Prayer:
For hope, courage, and endurance through this upcoming 3rd round of AC. And that my nausea would not be as all-consuming.
For a complete response to the treatment, and that no cancer cells have hit my lymph nodes.
For clarity as we meet with our surgeon, Dr. Delach, in a few weeks to answer some of our lingering questions.