Monday was a good day

I spoke with the nurse yesterday morning, and we both agreed that the need for medical help had passed. I ate a light breakfast at 7, and still felt good when I called her at 9. All day I had no nausea, and even worked at my office for a couple of hours, then two more hours at the desk here at home later in the day. Isn't it amazing, after such a low spot over the weekend? So I'm on target to meet my deadline for uploading the magazine files to the designer before the end of today. I'm thankful. I read a report awhile ago that chemo really does measurable damage to the brain. I believe it. I make silly mistakes, and I forget so much.

A few days ago, the reading in Streams in the Desert quoted Martin Luther's dying words. "These pains and troubles here are like the type that printers set. When we look at them, we see them backwards, and they seem to make no sense and have no meaning. But up there, when the Lord God prints out our life to come, we will find that they make splendid reading." In this digital age, printers' type has become a novelty, and the quote doesn't really apply. But I paid two years of college expenses by typesetting, and I remember it well. (Burned fingers too, as I was heat-stamping personalized book bindings with gold leaf.) Ah well, "splendid reading 'up there.'"

I appreciate all the love and prayers over the past week. Now I get three weeks off (until March 26) before chemo is scheduled again. See me smile?

Love,
Carol