Several days have passed since blog posts. How pastors who do it every day keep up with it, I’ll never know.
The gist of my journal entries from the last week of August ’05 sound very much alike. The last chemo blast took a huge toll. The worst of it came with my bloated, bloody, scab covered lower lip. I looked so terrible that we didn’t allow our three grandchildren to come back to the bedroom to see me while they visited for the youngest’s birthday party.
This from 9.1.05:
I doubt few things will ever rival this healing process for its seemingly endless nature. Another long night. Scabs all over my swollen lower lip. None seem to want to loosen without bleeding. I think I still have radiation sores in my mouth. If anything should teach me patience, this process should. [And it did.] I watched “The Passion” for the second time. A reminder that my suffering is minimal compared to what my Savior endured for me. I continue to take comfort in the fact that each calendar day that passes puts me one step closer to return to a normal life – assuming cancer is gone. What a huge question that is! Only God has the answer. My times are in His hands.