boy oh boy.
chemo is not fun. my mouth tastes like metal, my tummy is upset, i’m completely nauseated, my hair is falling out.
but, i keep telling myself i get to choose whether the symptoms will win.
during the first week of chemo, i fought hard. i had my sister to visit and breaking dawn to watch. i could not be sick. it was hard to fight, and it left me wasted. now, i’m in my second session of chemo, and i decided i would just give in to the sickness. this has been just as hard! i don’t like feeling weak.
so, do i get to choose? i mean, really? do i? i fight or give in, and at the end of it all, i’m left spent. God, i need help. i obviously can’t do this in my own strength, but submitting entirely makes me feel so far away from You. where’s the middle ground?
my hair is coming out– and, all i keep thinking is God knows EVERY hair on my head. He knew this part of my story before the creation of the world. so, do i get to choose? God, i need help. i know that You love me. please show me Your love.
these are my thoughts today. this is where my heart is. and this is how God has answered me:
Sending a virtual “booty bump” your way. Just my way of saying Booyah, girl, you are on my mind!
hopes his amazing wife spends the five hours she’s hooked up to that machine today remembering how very, very, very much she’s loved. And that this is but a season. 2nd round of chemo today. Let’s kick this week in the rear and move forward. Extra prayers, everyone?
Wearing my BOOYAH shirt today too! Every time I look down, I’ll say a prayer for my amazing friend.
these are just a handful of comments that have been left on a special facebook page set up by a friend. i have had dinner delivered to my door every night since chemo. i have had friends come and sit with me, drop by just to give me a hug,offer to get inked as a sign of solidarity, and send pictures of the word “booyah” on fishing tackle, and written on windows in china.
i DO get to choose– not the symptoms or if they’ll get the best of me, but my God. the way i feel cannot limit God’s power and love– each and every person who has loved on me or prayed for my family proves God is bigger than chemo.
i get to choose.
i get to choose if i’ll honor God through the struggle. i get to choose if i’ll rest in the overwhelming love He’s shown me through my amazing homeskillets.