The new year is upon us, and here I go, negotiating the "rapids of cancer" and the cancer treatment. There is no rah-rah like a new event of challenge starting, just the steady drone of the plodding progress, of a quest left over to try to complete.
This stuff is much like the last leg of a marathon. There is a slow plodding, putting one foot ahead of another plan, to just finish. Making that comparison, I am about at mile six or seven of the 26.2 miles.
Usually, in a marathon, you have an idea of the course. You know what to do to optimize your chances of completing the 26.2 miles, and you have trained for the distance.
There is no way to train for the cancer distance, and the course isn't always clearly marked. There are surprises and setbacks along the way. Prepare all you want by trying to eat right, getting enough sleep, and doing some exercise, but still it doesn't always pay off.
There are good days and not quite as good days. Some days I am tired and mentally listless from the start. About the only thing that helps with that is exercise of some sort. But, it is sooooo hard to get started sometimes, much like when you stop during the last phase of a marathon. When you try to begin again, the whole body says, "No!!! Stay here." Thank goodness I have had a lot of training in overcoming that voice from below.
I have had a lot of training in listening to the Voice from above. Honestly, though, the Voice is not just above me but around and through and in me. Through all the torment of the last years' pains, He always showed up, when I thought I couldn't take that next step and I realized He has been there all along.
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