What a beautiful word...

A year ago today I rolled out of bed, not my bet, but a hotel bed. We booked a hotel because after a PET scan you are radioactive and cannot be around young children. Around 6 AM, I rolled out of bed to head to the hospital.

I didn't sleep the night before, but it wasn't necessarily a restlessness but rather a let's get this done type of sentiment. It was a Friday and all my doctors closed at noon. I already received the news that that the surgeon could operate until the cancer was put at bay. The 2nd kind spreads way too easy because it is cellular in nature and he wouldn't risk it.

This scan would determine if they offered me compassionate care or actual treatment to kill the cancer.

Everyone I encountered was so kind but carried a heaviness in their eyes when I answered their questions about timelines. The gentleman administering the nuclear medicine in my IV let me know that once I had surgery, there was a great nurse there that would pray for me before surgery if I wanted, he reassured me I had the best surgeon in the area. We talked about Jesus and his children.

After the scan, he reminded me that Jesus had this and to stay focused on him.

We drove back to the hotel room with our $15.00 I-HOP Keto friendly burritos- I know, right, what in the world!!

Back at the hotel we just sat in silence. Aaron really wanted to know how I was feeling. I played him a song, to explain to him where I was out. Tears streamed down his face. He said he had never heard it. The Lord brought it to me that week. One of the lines still hangs outside my office door: https://youtu.be/HwEXH-jIsgA

Right after the song ended. Pastor Austin called for an update. We explained we were eager to find out but we were at peace. Even if the doctors words didn't point to life. We know the Way Maker. He prayed with us and loved on us.

We ate then I felt like I could rest, so I begin to doze.

At about 3 PM, I got a call from a nurse at my surgeon's office. She said, I heard you met my friend in imaging today. I'm calling to schedule your port surgery, you will need that for chemo.

I explained to her that I just had my scan and the doctors closed early and I was waiting to hear if we were going to be able to even do chemo.

She said, "let me tell you something. Someone is looking out for you." I said I am a child of the one true King, you can talk freely." She said, "Hallelujah! You are not done here on this earth, God has plans for you. Your doctors staffed after the office closed and you are cleared for chemo, but we need to move now!!!" They scheduled me for the very next Tuesday to have surgery and the first infusion of 16. (Stay tuned to hear how that played out.)

I never thought I would be so excited to hear the word chemo in my life. On this day. "Chemo" was such a beautiful word.