It was a good day for my treatment and, in general, my journey through the rapids of cancer. People were especially nice. And things worked out to change to a GP in the office there.
I am having trouble with my breathing under stress and am not sure if it is my asthma, the treatment, or something else. But the visit went great, and I am happy we are doing all we can.
At the same time, there is a certain amount of resignation in my spirit that I am not sure whether I like it or not. There is so much I have had to leave behind and so much to accept that it is a fight not to let resignation take over.
It would be easy to just roll over and let yourself drift off to an effortless existence, and no longer fight the waves that keep coming in on me. Doesn't it sound good and comforting? Just let go and let it be, rest, relax, and die to yourself, and ultimately, in fact.
This whole ordeal so far has taught me that I am not really in control that much. But, I have to remember my MRI tube commitment several months ago to give things to God. So today, I renew that pledge. God, take it. You got it. Win or lose, live or die, nevertheless.
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