Slow Days

I’ve been out of bed for roughly 30 minutes and I can already tell this will be a very slow day. I was on my feet quite a bit Saturday, went to church yesterday, and was up and about quite a bit afterward. The fatigue this morning is deep and consuming. I am again so glad that I am able to stay home during this time–so many people I know worked full time through chemo. I don’t know how on earth they did it. They are clearly made of stronger stuff than I!

I would like to read today, and maybe after a cup of coffee and something to eat I’ll feel more able to do that. Right now, though, my eyes are droopy and I could doze off. Words are swimming on my screen as I type.

The elliptical seems like an impossibility today, but I’ll get on it if I can. Later. I also have a couple phone calls I want to make. I’ll have to push myself until adrenaline kicks in, do the minimum, and spend the remainder of the day resting and quiet. Chemo is tomorrow and I need to go into that day as rested as possible.

The Lord God has ordered all my days. He’s ordered this one. I’ll just have to see how it unfolds, moment by moment.

The Lord makes firm the steps of the one who delights in him; though he may stumble, he will not fall, for the Lord upholds him with his hand. Psalm 37:23-24 NIV


It’s Sunday, and I get to go to church! I’ve missed the last three Sundays because influenza has been rampant in our area and I’m convinced church is one of the easiest places to catch whatever is going around. I hate staying home from church, so today will be a treat.

Even while I look forward to the fellowship and the gathering, I’m gearing myself up. Social interaction outside my home is taxing and exhausting. Overall, I feel pretty well this morning, and I’ll pace myself getting ready so I don’t leave the house already wiped out.

My favorite part of the service is the worship music. I’m not sure how much I’ll be able to sing, but I will surely enjoy listening and feeling the movement of the Holy Spirit. Our pastor always gives a challenging sermon, and I’ll enjoy that, too. I hope he isn’t offended if I doze off–it really won’t be a reflection on him!!

God is so good, and it is good to dwell in the secret place of the Most High. I am privileged today to join my church family in doing just that.

Fear Not

I can’t say that I’ve had a lot of fear along this journey. I have certainly had my dark moments, and some anxiety about things unknown. These could be measured as degrees or shades of fear, I suppose. With cancer, the obvious fear is death, but I haven’t really spent much time thinking about that.

The only thing that I can say was an honest-to-goodness fear is how my hair would grow back. Clearly, this is vanity at its finest, because a person’s hair doesn’t matter. Or shouldn’t. But it does, really. Aside from the sentimental idea of not getting Shane’s curls back was the fear of my hair coming in gray.

You may have noticed I said “was.” That’s because I have a bunch of thin, fuzzy hair coming in–gray. It’s too soon to know about the curl situation, but this first development is a little off-putting. My lifelong best friend was gray at 18, so I’ve made it a fair bit farther than she did. However, being gray before 50 was not ever my best case scenario.

As I see this hair coming in, I realize the fear was so much bigger than the actual thing. Isn’t that always the way? Yes, I see what’s happening, and I do have the hope that color will return after chemo. I am told that can happen. But really, when I think about it, I know a few pretty gorgeous women with gray hair, and I think this is something I can survive. I feel like I’m kind of rocking the bald, maybe I’ll look great gray. If I don’t like it, I’ve heard there are places I can go to get my hair color changed.

I’m in a pretty cool place right now in life. I’ve had some really scary things happen over the last several months and have been forced to face them. Fear has been a definite choice in each case, and God has been helping me step-by-step to choose otherwise. With slippery slopes all around me, not once have I fallen into a place where He could not catch my hand and bring me back to dry ground.

The fear of something is always greater than the thing itself. Though I didn’t realize it, cancer was one of my biggest fears. Now that I’ve faced it, I see it wasn’t as bad as fear had me believe. Though my prognosis is excellent, I am not out of the woods yet and I will never feel completely safe from cancer’s recurrence (Ha. I just googled the spelling of that word and the example given was “a drug used to prevent the recurrence of breast cancer).

If cancer hits me or those close to me again, grief will most definitely be a huge factor, but I think I will approach the situation with predominant emotions other than fear. Cancer is a big deal, and a difficult one. It often ends tragically. Walking with the Lord has made all the difference. Allowing Him to carry me is what has changed this journey and made it bearable.

What are you afraid of? What haunts you? Give it to God. In the first place, if you fear something, that means it hasn’t happened yet. It may never happen. Why waste precious time and energy on something that may not ever come to be? Secondly, if what you fear does happen, you will find that there is a way to walk through it. This is where the hope of our salvation in Jesus Christ comes into play. No matter what happens to us, with our hands in His there is always a way. It’s a promise. A confidence. A sure thing.

My worst case scenario on this journey is death, obviously. I don’t want to die yet. I have things I want to do, dreams I want to pursue, grand babies I want to hold. I want to watch my children grow and learn and get married and find their ways in life. Far more than that, though, I don’t want my family to face the grief and loss of my death. Not that I’m something great, but it’s always a big deal to lose a wife, mother, daughter or sister. That’s not an obstacle I want them to have to handle.

But God, in all His infinite wisdom and mercy, knows what is best. If he chooses to take me Home, He will walk my family through the grief. He will use it to make them better and stronger people, and will help them to find fulfillment and joy and healing. I KNOW that this is true. And, if He takes me Home, I get to live out eternity in His presence, never again fearing or grieving or in pain. I kind of think that beats what I have planned for the rest of my little life here on earth.

Suffice to say I can trust in Him, wholly and completely, whether it concerns gray hair, grand babies, or my very life. His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. But even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not, therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows. Matthew 10:29-31 ESV

The Elliptical

Before surgery, I was told that exercise during treatment would be critical. We live 30 minutes from the nearest gym, and with winter setting in and considering the roads we live on, walking really wasn’t going to be an option. This news was very discouraging. The only option I could see was a piece of equipment we had no chance of affording, especially since I wouldn’t be able to work all winter.

The same day I got this information about exercise, a close friend texted me. “Let me know what I can do to help. You know you can ask me for literally ANYTHING, right?” I hadn’t told her about my appointment. “Got a thousand dollars sitting around?” I shot back, totally kidding. She took me seriously and asked what I needed.

There is one particular elliptical that I had only ever used at the gym and it was the only piece of equipment that worked well without stressing my joints. I looked on Craigslist and found one. One thousand dollars. My friend was serious about helping me so, stunned, I sent her the link. She got back to me the next day and said it had already sold. I thanked her and let it go. I really just let it go out of my mind completely. I appreciated the gesture and figured if I were supposed to have the FreeStride, God would figure it out.

A few days later, she sent me the link to another ad. “Is this the same one?” No, it wasn’t. It was the same machine, but two quality grades higher. It was even better than the first one–and priced accordingly. She contacted the seller, and given the situation, he knocked several hundred dollars off the price. She accepted and said she’d pick it up.

Before long, he contacted her back and told her he’d had another offer, this one higher than his original asking price. He would rather her friend (me) have it, but had to be sure that she would actually show up to get it. My friend assured him she would be there, and he waited til the weekend for her to get the machine.

About 10 days after my original request, a machine that I needed and couldn’t afford was delivered to my door and assembled in my home. It ended up that two friends went together to pay for and haul it, and I am so grateful. Their generosity and kindness humbles and blesses me.

To see the way God showed compassion through the guy that could have made quite a bit more money on his machine is pretty amazing. Craigslist can be a cutthroat place, but this guy was kind and accommodating.

Now that I am on the downward slope of my chemo regimen, I am so incredibly blessed to have the elliptical. I really don’t see any other way to be getting the exercise I need, and it’s nearly miraculous to me that I can simply walk to the other room and make use of it. It is a blessing to my family, as well, since many of them use it routinely.

Thank you so much, dear friends. Your part in my journey has been a huge one, and will continue to be for years to come. Bless you for your generosity and love.

And my God will meet all your needs according to the riches of his glory in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:19


I was “assessed” numerous times yesterday. My oncology PA, the lab RN, and a couple different infusion RNs all asked the same questions. For all, I had the same answers. Of the myriad of symptoms and reactions, fatigue is by far the worst.

I didn’t mind the repetitive questions. I did mind the repetitive answers. Each person told me, individually, that the only answer/remedy for the fatigue is exercise. While I knew they were right and I was polite on the outside, my inside felt defeated. It’s not only counter-intuitive, it feels impossible.

When I say “fatigue,” I don’t just mean I’m tired and could use a little rest. This is a deep fatigue. DEEP. I sleep 9 hours and want to go to bed. I get a burst of energy, get up and move around slowly doing one task or another and in 15 minutes I’m nearly unable to get back to my chair. I push my bladder to the limit because the bathroom is so far away. It’s laughable, really.

Not all days are are like that, but more than half are. On the “good” days, I can get up and maybe even get out somewhere, but it’s mostly adrenaline and followed by a crash. It’s very discouraging.

Hearing that the intentional exercise is the key to beating this fatigue was difficult and frustrating. If I’m honest, it was also humiliating. Maybe if I had been pushing myself harder all this time, I wouldn’t be so wiped out. Nobody there made me feel like I was failing. Quite the contrary. They were all supportive and encouraging. I am fully capable of being my own harshest critic and finding fault where there is none.

I am going to take their advice to heart and make an effort. Last night, thanks to steroid hyperactivity, I walked a very slow half-mile. It will be my goal to get on the elliptical 3-4 times a day for just 3-5 minutes each time, totaling the recommended 20 minutes or so daily. Half the battle will be getting up the ambition and energy to walk to the other side of the house where the elliptical lives.

My husband has been trying to make use of the machine daily himself, so I have company and am grateful for the support. Today shouldn’t be too hard, since I have another day of hyperactivity. It will be a good jumping off point.

This is very similar to the subject matter of my last post. Spiritual weariness is only remedied by spiritual activity. When I am tired of reading, I need to read. When I least want to pray, I most need to do it. Energy begets energy, and I believe that is true in every realm of life.

There is definitely a time to rest, and rest is crucial to body, mind, and spirit. But there is also a time to forge ahead with energy, even when that energy can only come from Him.

But they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint. Isaiah 40:31 ESV


The business and hubbub of Christmas is over. New Year’s has come and gone and life is settling into one big bout of cabin fever.

I have been given all of this time to focus and dwell and lean into the Lord, and yet, I find myself drifting. It seems that boredom grows and swallows everything, to the point that I simply have no drive left.

Exhaustion adds to that, and the idea of being mentally challenged is taxing. Consequently, the last week or so has held very little meaningful motion in any direction. This is not okay with me. I hate the idea of people simply existing–eating and breathing and not doing anything remotely productive or worthwhile. And here I am, doing precisely that.

Okay, I’m being a little hard on myself. I am still maintaining relationships and parenting. I am getting a few things done. But I’m also squandering set-aside time that I could be seeking and growing.

Spring is coming fast and with it will arrive the end of treatment, the return of my energy, and the busyness of life. I will have to be intentional about finding time to spend in the Word then. I will have to make time and be sure my quiet time is a priority. I won’t have the luxury I have now to just sit and ponder and pray.

Since mental energy is expensive right now, plowing through book after book is simply not realistic. But I can meditate and study a verse or two. I can see old things with new eyes and ponder them. I can enjoy worship music and let it soak in as I rest.

My goal today is to make good use of what I’ve been given. I will take the opportunity and gift that everyone seems to be looking for–time. It is a precious commodity and I have it in spades.

Slow Days

Today will be what I call a “slow day.” Getting ready for the day wore me out and I’m already sitting and resting. I am dreading a long day. With influenza high and energy low, there will be no outings today. I am tired of tv and reading makes me sleepy.

I’m not trying to complain, I’m just taking stock of the situation and brainstorming what to do about it. I’m sure I’ll have a few little energy spurts and be able to get up and do smaller tasks to break up the monotony.

I’m listening to the guinea pigs chattering and my fake fire on the tv crackling. Several children have gone off to work, and the two that remain are still sleeping. A late night with friends means I will likely not see them for awhile yet.

There’s an excellent devotional by Francis Frangipane that I’ve been working my way through. I will see how much I can digest of that before the household completely wakes up. I do enjoy these early morning hours when it’s just me, the cat, and a cup of coffee.

I would love some breakfast, and I imagine one of the girls will be easily persuaded to make pancakes when she gets up. After that, I’ll assign some chores and maybe later play a game or two of cribbage with whomever is interested.

I am very thankful that my family is happy and, for the most part, healthy. And I’m grateful that it is a cold, January day–it would be so much more difficult to sit inside when the sun is shining in April. Today will be a lesson in contentment and blooming where I am planted. I’m learning.

Not that I am speaking of being in need, for I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content. Philippians 4:11