Thank you all for the well wishes, emails, cards, calls and concern, but thank you most of all for prayers, healing energy and thoughts to our Father in heaven who showered me in grace and got me through this.
It has been AS hard as we were told it was going to be. I'm so thankful for all the tests that were done on me before I started this process and for the care that I have received from the wonderful staff at Norris Cotton Cancer Center both in Manchester and Lebanon NH. What a huge team and they are all so very nice.
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The Chemo I received back on the 13th was 6 times stronger than anyone gets at one time. I held up really well for the first 4 bags of drugs but in all there were 9 bags of drugs and hydration (I'll not go into detail about how I held up with the other 5 bags). It required that I return on Tuesday for help with dealing with side effects.
Daily shots of stem cell growth drugs and every other day blood draws filled up most of my week. What I was told would happen or even could happen DID happen. Dealing with side effects was no fun either and I will not share that with you.
Through it all, we had God on our side. We knew it and we felt it. We saw Him use other people to let us know that we were not alone. We have a God that Hubby and I have a history with. A history where He is there to comfort, to care, to listen to our tears, to give us strength and to cheer us on and laugh with us. He is not someone "Up there Somewhere", He is personal, He is our savior. It's a long history and long histories are good. We would remember other times when He was holding our hand. We reminded each other about that. Through it all we had HIM, God, Jehovah, King of Kings, Lord of Lords, Yahweh.
We also had each other. We have a 42 plus year history honoring our vows. For Better for Worst, in Sickness and in Health. We knew together - all 3 of us- that no matter the physical outcome, We Were OK
We also had family members and friends who checked on us, kept sick family members away from us, checked our house, took in our mail, and started our pellet stove to warm up the house. Some friends sent IM's to check on me, sent out mass emails to spread the word on us and in so many ways reminded us that we were not fighting this alone.
Battle Scars? Yes, but instead of dwelling on them, I will dwell on the joys and the fun of being alive. I am not the same person.