Eight Down
I am eight (8) treatments in to this round of chemotherapy and the Journey Continues.
A few weeks ago, I was on retreat and spent some of my time walking the grounds of the Jesuit Center. I ended up getting my 10,000 steps four days in a row. It felt like I was going to float my way through this round of chemo with little problems.
No More Bouncing Back
Monday following the retreat was my seventh treatment. It felt like I was hit by a truck. The energy I had just days before was gone, long gone. My “off week” was okay, but I certainly did not bounce back the way I had previously.
Treatment number eight was more of the same. I don’t think I ever truly bounced back to my “new normal” this time. Each day has been a struggle to move with the energy to get through the day. Naps have become part of the new normal. If you stop by church and cannot find me there is a good chance I will be in one of the back pews grabbing a few moments of quiet to re-charge for the rest of the day.
Praise for the Progress
Now, to be clear, I am handling this round of treatment much better than I did my round in 2016. First round I needed a walking stick to help me move through life, that is not true today. It only took a few treatments in 2016 for me to feel the way I do today. I am four months in and it is just now that I am starting to feel weak and rundown. [Read more…]


“The root of Christian love is not the will to love, but the faith that one is loved…”

Tonight is the 2018 Kennett High school prom. It is a time of celebration as students think about the end of another school year. For some this will be their last prom before taking the next steps toward adulthood. Students celebrate what was and look toward the future.
Today was a great day at church. We celebrated the unveiling of “Riding the Wave with God”.
This has been a very busy week. Monday was a treatment day. Tuesday and Wednesday were busy, and I struggled with the effects of my treatment. Thursday was filled with CT scans and MRI appointments. Friday meant a return to the doctors for “fluids” to juice me up for the weekend.



Missing the Familiar
