Voice of Truth

The Voice of Truth

Take a few minutes and click the link above and listen to a song I heard on the way to work this morning. I have heard this song at various times during the years, and it always speaks to me about something going on in my life.

As you can only imagine...it spoke to me loud and clear about my journey to wellness. When you are faced with struggles do you have stories going on in your head? Confession: I do! I can carry on a conversation with myself about almost anything and often the loudest voice is not the one I should be listening to!

One of the lines in the song reminds me of a message in my heart after I was diagnosed. I felt the message to be, "This will be for your good...and my glory!" What a sobering thought. Of course...I could not see good then, but I have already begun to understand.

Let me share some of the good:
I learned how to ask for help.
And help came!
My children/step children are always a call away.
Kacy's family is moving to Birmingham.
Friends from my past who have gone through Cancer Treatment have reached out to me and supported me in ways that only going through treatment allows.
I attended Walk to Emmaus in a weak state but left strong.
I am reflecting on what life should really mean - what I should be doing to make it better for those around me.
The nurses at the Cancer Care Center in Starkville, MS are compassionate and caring for each person who enters. They knew my name when I walked in the second day.

I have completed one round. People ask how I am feeling. I do feel alright! I have not been sick nor do I feel any physical pain. I guess the only description I can give for now is...foggy headed! But...that could describe me before this happened!

Walking in the first day was a bit disconcerting. Mary Ann and Pat, my sister troopers were with me as they have been. Not knowing what to expect, my blood pressure was a bit up! Walking into the room where treatments would be administered, I was met with faces who knew what I was feeling because they were veteran cancer soldiers. They knew the routine. I had to retreat to the bathroom so they wouldn't see me cry...not sure if I was crying for me or them.

When it was my turn to get hooked up, of course finding the port was tedious due to my fleshy self! I was connected, but had to do a bit of leaning forward, lifting my arm to get the blood flowing. It did. Then came the bags and bags of different drugs. As many had told me, I was glad that I have the Power Port! It will be more comfortable during my treatments.

A Mennonite sewing group had made lap blankets and travel head pillows for those of us who come for treatments. I chose mine and will carry it each time I go. There was a comfort in that blanket knowing that caring hands, who have a heart for the hurting, made it for me.

I stayed in my recliner from 9:00 am until 2:30 pm. Brandon came and checked on me during my time there. He spoke positive and words of courage. I left with a battery operated pack that would keep pumping one of my drugs for 46 hours.

Day two: I had to return at 9:00 am to get another bag of vitamins. I was there until 1:00 pm. Day three: I returned at 9:00 am for the last cc's of the bag to drip and was removed from my little fanny pack.

I am now free from drips until November 19, 2014. The week before Thanksgiving! Boy do I have a lot to be thankful for!

"God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks to us in our conscience, but shouts to us in our pain." C.S. Lewis

When you need a voice in your head to listen to...Listen to Him.