One More

I cried this week.


On Monday, 6 days after my 5th Chemo treatment I heard the news of a little boy in my County named Layne.  Layne had brain cancer at the age of 5 he had fought this cancer for 2 years.  On Sunday evening Layne passed away.  It hit me hard and I have never met Layne or his family.  That child went through treatments and pain like a champ.  All of the pictures I had seen of him, he was smiling through it all. I cried for him and his family.  God had a plan for him.

I cried this week.

On my way to the Chiropractor the same day I was singing to and praising God while listening to my favorite station, KLOVE.  I began to cry.  I was not sad.  I was thinking about how wonderful this Chiropractor was.  My body was aching after 5 days of steroids. My legs were weak and my neck was our of line.  This Chiropractor was a blessing, not because he got me in that day, but because he blessed me with adjustments and massage at no charge.  Who am I to deserve this treatment?  He wanted to give my body the best healing power.  Before I started seeing him twice a week, I had never met him.

I cried this week.

Every three weeks My Mom drives me to the Eleanor Dana Cancer Center on the campus of UTMC.
We have become professionals at packing for the day, since I am there for 6 to 7 hours.  We each carry a bag.  Mine is filled with coloring books, ear buds, phone, hard candy/ gum (cuz I am 8 😏) My Mom fills her bag with new snacks for me to try or makes us lunch to share.  She sits in the chair and makes conversation while the nurse is prepping me.  My Mom encourages me to "take a walk" when all I really want to do is get this over with.  When I am tired and need to sleep, she reads in the dark.  The poor woman watches as I get foot massages, when I know she could truly use it too.  At the end of the day she is exhausted as she drives me home.

I cried this week.

I am ever grateful for the people God has placed in my life.  From the stranger that walked past me in the store and said "God Bless You" to friends who text me or stop by to see how I am doing.  The cards that arrive at just the right time.  I appreciate the young boy who asked lots of questions about my Cancer and the nurses at the Center who keep me upbeat.

On December 20th I will complete my Chemo cycle. I have been strong.  Being strong has made me hold in a lot of emotions.  I have not told anyone of all of the pain or emotional stress I have been enduring and likely I won't.  But thinking of my last chemo makes me so grateful for getting through it that I cry.  I can finally rest and release all of the frustration and pain.