Friday 27 April 2018

Hope Springs Eternal Every Spring - Right?

Spring feels different this year.  Loretta described it as feeling tainted.  As I ran errands today, I noticed a lot of folks out and about in shorts.  Wearing shorts is still a real danger for me and the folks in my general vicinity as the waist sizes for most of my shorts haven't been upgraded yet to reflect my loss of 25 pounds.  What could go wrong you might ask? While washing a car a few weeks ago, my pants slowly began to slide down my butt. Then they proceeded to do a super slow slide down my legs, before finally stopping at my knees.  If you shake your head vigorously you might knock that nasty image out! Thankfully there were only about 5 other washbays occupied at the time, but I still did get one slightly sarcastic whistle. This was all still a tad embarrassing, especially with my now scrawny legs and bony butt. At least I was wearing my new superhero undies!
An hour long church service now officially requires a pillow for my aforementioned bony butt!  My old butt used to take about 5 minutes to follow me around a corner. Plus it provided the added security of my pants staying up at my waist while doing physical activities.  I’m now fearful of walking down the aisle at church and having my new superhero undies suddenly exposed like at the car wash!

The beast continues to be a fearsome opponent and taxes our reserves, which are drawing lower and lower daily (I needed at least one tax season pun, especially for Loretta as she also fights the tax season beast with its deadlines and 70 hour work weeks, all the while trying to find a way to co-exist with her suddenly more eccentric spouse. Although I will point out that the possibility of a brief superhero undie sighting is certainly a fringe benefit!)

While we have been back from our Mexico treatment trip for weeks, we are still trying to fully recover from the treatment onslaught and food poisoning that we picked up on the way back. My ongoing daily treatment regimen is also rigorous, involving up to 60 nutriceuticals each day. Add this to the ongoing chemo, and this spring does certainly feel tainted and a bit bleak.  It is also now time for us to imagine our next round in Mexico, perhaps in early June.

We are also gearing up for our next round of hide and seek with the cancer with another MRI this week, and results next week. We will pray that the results deliver the answer to our prayers for a complete healing miracle - surprise, no more tumor. Go ninjas!

Prayer requests for the week ahead:
  • That the time between the MRI and the results meeting will pass quickly and peacefully.
  • That the Mexico treatments flourish - go ninjas again!
  • That our plans for a couple of small spring getaways for the two of us come together nicely. Some time away from the intensity of daily life, which is exhausting, would be a real gift for both both of us, but especially Loretta.

We are blessed on a daily basis to celebrate  and laugh along with the hijinks of our grandsons and the light-hearted nature of their parents, which is such a blessing to the kids and our family.