The weekend and I don't feel all that bad. I have talked to prayer warriors in the last few days and feel blessed by the love of God shown out through these fine people. And so Monday, I go on into another week of therapy. Amazing, but almost a third of it is almost done.
When folks ask me to tell the story, it still amazes me that I got through all that. But I know I didn't come through it alone. God put the right people in the right places on my behalf. And they weren't all Christians like me. Think of this: A Hindu doctor, who liked a Christian patient well enough to make a phone call to a Muslim oncologist, who saw me within a couple of hours, where I was treated by a Hispanic head nurse.
We all hit it off really well, and it is going as well as chemotherapy can be expected to go. I find it encouraging that the emphasis was not on our differences, but on the common goal and purpose of fighting cancer. It seems to show that as a people, we can work together for the common good. regardless of our differences, to make a better world for us all.
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