| This is the afghan I tell about |
I do have a few pics to share, but I am currently having blogger/picture woes. There is a picture of me sitting in the big chair before the treatment and I am not hooked up yet. The other picture is of the afghan I was given. I was asked if I wanted a throw, but said I was plenty warm and didn't need one. I was eying the heater when they warm those cozy blankets and wishing I was chilly. Then I heard the volunteer offer a throw to another lady and told her she could keep it and bring it back for her treatments if she wanted. She also said that they were knitted in a doctor's office by patients who came in, and I perked up my ears. It was a pretty red and other colors knitted in large squares and put together with white crocheting between. I was interested in the doctor office project. When I asked about it, she offered me one. And I took it. Mine is blues and greens. The doctor's wife works in his office and she is the one who spear heads the project. Some day I will go over there to see about it and maybe sit and knit awhile. I would love to spear head the same project in my doctor's office. However I never get to the end of my projects here.
Oh, yes, how am I feeling? Obviously I am upright. At 3:30 I took another anti-nausea pill which you can take every 6 hours if you need it. I was feeling queasy at that time and then I had some mild stomach problems. I ate a normal supper.
A pharmacist spent quite a bit of time with me talking about all the meds and possible side effects. Everyone there was very kind and helpful. Praise the Lord for His help thus far. Praise the Lord for those who have showed kindnesses to me: cards, e-mails, calls, presents, food.
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I praise the Lord for blessing you with his unexplainable peace, joy and strength during this trying time.
One of my testimony songs that I've claimed during my numerous health trails is "The Warrior Is A Child" by Twila Paris. May it bless you!
Lately, I've been winning battles left and right
But even winners can get wounded in the fight
People say that I'm amazing strong beyond my years
But they don't see inside of me, I'm hiding all the tears
They don't know that I go running home when I fall down
They don't know who picks me up when no one is around
I drop my sword and cry for just a while
'Cause deep inside this armor the warrior is a child
Unafraid because His armor is the best
But even soldiers need a quiet place to rest
People say that I'm amazing never face retreat
But they don't see the enemies that lay me at His feet
They don't know that I go running home when I fall down
They don't know who picks me up when no one is around
I drop my sword and and cry for just a while
'Cause deep inside this armor the warrior is a child
They don't know that I go running home when I fall down
They don't know who picks me up when no one is around
I drop my sword and look up for a smile
'Cause deep inside this armor, deep inside this armor
Deep inside this armor the warrior is a child.
I love the picture of the blanket! Really cute.
Glad Chemo went well! We are praying for you and hope you'll feel OK.
Love, Wes
Thank you for the comments and especially thank you to Wes! You are my favorite 13 year old grandson!
XO
I didn't read your blog til this am. God answers our prayers while we are praying and even before. Wish I could be there to share a cup of tea. (I still do drink tea, too.) All my love and prayers, Cheryl
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