The Break

One of my daughters asked me last evening how I feel about stopping chemo (see short posting below for that news). I feel that I can trust God with this; He is as able to give me life without chemo as with it. So many were praying for wisdom for the doctor and for us. Also, I was emotionally prepared for it by my somewhat irrational wish over the past week to get a break. To be honest, the dark side of my mind mutters, "I knew we'd eventually run out of options." Maybe that's true too, but does it matter?

I dreamed last night that I heard about a young father who was facing 48 chemo infusions and was scared. I kept trying to reach him to tell him that God would be with him and he'd be okay.

Many dear people are telling me about sure non-medical cancer cures they've heard of. Some sound pretty convincing. Most involve severe changes in food and drink (hey, I'm already careful). Some sound purely hokey. I confess to some confusion here. I'm listening for God's guidance, and trying not to be stubborn.

We keep reminding ourselves to FROG: Fully Rely On God.

Love,
Carol