The PET scan was good, and that made me glad. No surprises. Every turn of this journey has led to something worse. Yesterday, broke that pattern. Thanks God.
I have a week off from treatments and injections. Maybe my arms will heal up from all the sticks over the past month and a half? Overall, I don't feel that bad. But the question that keeps me in the recliner when I should be moving is "Where do I go from here?" What do I do with the rest of this life with its limitations? I want to serve God somehow, but have not been led to any particular things.
I am in "wait and see" mode, and it feels unnatural. The treatment is to last a year so it's not like I have a lot of latitude, but I do know there is something I could be doing besides resting up. But all I get from God is "wait." So I will.
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