Tuesday, September 30, 2025

#2 Miles of the Journey Through the Rapids of Cancer

 First treatment yesterday and so far so, so good.  Not side effects though I am sure they are just down the road to some externt.  I will be on this for a year and the prognosis is good for remission. 


This feels like training for an event. It comes with most of the things to plan for and overcome or mitigate.  It is a schedule to be followed for the best success.  Some workouts are hard...hence the side effects...there are days off.  we do this for three weeks and then three weeks off.  But the center point is the same - success through persistence,  consistency, and an unflinching hope.

I have that hope not in myself but in God..  I have turned this schedule over for to Him to be my coach. Whatever happens succeed or fail, remission or not, God's got this. 

"I do believe You are the One.  The One I hope to find, my only Hope God's only Son."  Line from a song by the Gaithers. I Do Believe.


Saturday, September 27, 2025

#1 Miles of the Journey Through the Rapids of Cancer

 The miles of journey lead on, meandering across the landscape of the times we live in and consisting of the time we have here. There are long, straight, slow stretches of the journey, and then a hard turn.  The banks become tall bluffs, the water courses at greater speed and there is no more tranquility but only the desire to try to stay afloat in this part of our river like journey. 

I've been diagnosed with cancer. 

My first treatment is in a couple days and they will last a year if I do. Funny how the priorities along the river journey can turn on a dime. This blog was started as a journey to the ironman and ending in a battle of personal survival.  

It's funny too, how "the things of earth grow strangely dim."  Ironman is not on the back burner anymore.  It's not even on the stove.  And underneath the doubt and fear are the everlasting arms.  I am closer to the Lord than I ever have been, and I see things more and more from His perspective.  In doing so, I find myself saying, "I've wasted it so." But I don't want to waste any more of it on "look at me" self-promotion.  I want to be a useful servant - whatever.