Back in the glory days of the 80s and the Christian music scene, Twila Paris was one of my faves, right there with Amy Grant.
Lately, I have resurrected from my cd (now on iPod) stash, Twila’s The Warrior is a Child. It just seems to resonate with my life right now. This particular link incorporates her Do I Trust You Lord with it.
Two tough chemos down. Two more to go. I’d rather drive by the clinic every other week now than pull my car in to a parking space and unload myself for 3 hours of chemo that will leave unloved reminders that cancer and chemo are not fun.
Don’t get me wrong. This thing has never been fun, but for 12 infusions, life was a whole lot more bearable. I would show up perky, cheerful, and confident to face the battle. Then I showed up for the “more aggressive” chemo combo. My doctor did not lie about this. It has been more aggressive. Even at that, though, there are some who do indeed experience far more horrific side effects to this same combo than I have had. Nonetheless, it’s not for sissies of any degree. Last time, I submitted to the meds that let me sleep while I was there. I just wanted to melt the time away with no frivolity. I turned sideways on the reclining chair, pulled my blanket up around my face, and listened to some songs on my iPod through tears that couldn’t be helped (thanks chemo) and tears that purposefully fell.
This warrior, as tough as she knows her God is, is ultimately His child who gets wounded, down, and afraid. Fortunately, I am not facing this battle alone. He’s right here along with my husband, sons, and countless others cheering me on to finish. Thanks to God for all of you.
Cancer is real. So am I.