Another beautiful thing happened today. The music people were out of town at our humble church, and we sang hymns. The guy leading the songs begged me not to post on this (he did fine, and we love him for more than his voice... he's a godly friend, and those are truly rare), but I must because God taught me something special today. It's ironic the previous week we had visited our former church in the Houston area that has near professional quality music. However, this week
Well, have to say the umbilical chemo was much easier than the oral. Not sure if I've explained, but after each in-hospital procedure, I have two days of oral chemo. I think I now have pill-induced PTSD. It hasn't quite come to nightmares yet, but I bet it's coming. Little liver colored pills attacking me at night I imagine. OK, sorry for the drama. However, they do tend to leave you sour in the tummy and totally worn out. Even Abby (2) is wondering why Daddy is in bed
Well, I survived my first oil change... my nickname for my chemo treatments. Sounds better to me. Now I know a bit how my car feels I think. However, there are some significant differences with the procedures. My car can get an oil change for $26.95. Mine is $2695... :) My car gets done in 15 minutes. I'm there for 4-6 hours. Well, at least I get to watch Netflix!! Take that! Seriously, I was nervous going into the process today. But, it went well. It helps that th
So, back in February, I picked an interesting tag line for this blog: "Blogging as a dying man to dying men." Those who are Puritan savvy know this quote is originally attributed in the context of preaching from Richard Baxter. While I was challenged by his quote originally in a sense to add some gravity and urgency of what really matters in life, it has taken a whole new meaning... Re-reading the post makes it feel a little creepy. I guess I should be careful what I writ
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