[Today is the five-year mark, since my cancer surgery in 2011. I am going to share a few posts from that year, and one other post. As you may know, the five-year anniversary for any cancer patient is a noteworthy day. So, in my own way I am marking it by living and breathing and testifying of my dear God and heavenly Father, Jehovah, who has shown me great kindness.]
first POST in this series: published october 4, 2011
When I logged on to Xanga today, I had just learned some news that sent Fear rushing through me. Crazy how Fear rises up so suddenly and powerfully. I thought a little blogging would help me cope. Instead, I saw a pulse that PrincessKristi had just posted:
“Courage, Dearest.” – Aslan
It took my breath away.
As suddenly as Fear had asserted itself in my heart, tears filled my eyes and I felt that comforting presence of the Holy Spirit.
Oh, sweet comfort!
It was if the Lord Himself was whispering those words in my ear. It was just what I needed to hear, and it really made all the difference.
Now, at the end of the day, I have some good news. My doctor has given me permission to get off of bed rest*. Y
ea! The pain in my leg is almost all gone. I won’t go crazy with being up, but it sure was nice to get to help with dinner a bit.
My blood is not “therapeutic,” yet, so I must continue the shots and take more Coumadin. However, Doug has become very adept with the syringes. The medication still burns and stings as it makes its way into my bloodstream, but I don’t feel the needle. That’s a very nice thing!
I dread that when this clot is done and I’m off Coumadin the Big Thing is still to come, but today I learned the name of my surgeon. I looked him up online, and he sounds pretty impressive. His interests include “suspicious pelvic masses.” So, there you go.
I must keep reminding myself.
*The cancer had brought on a blood clot in my leg.