In the late 1980’s a new craze was unleashed upon popular culture. Children and adults alike started spending hours pouring over books filled with crowded pictures looking for Waldo. Waldo was a strange looking man with a unique red and white striped shirt and blue pants. Waldo was not often easy to find. You could spend lots of time looking at these crowded pictures and still not locate Waldo. All of this led to people asking time and time again, “Where’s Waldo?”
WHERE’S DAN?
A couple of you have asked a similar question recently, “Where’s Dan?” Why haven’t we heard anything from the blog? Does silence mean things are bad and you are not feeling up to writing? The truth is that I have been extremely busy the past few days and I have not taken the time to post anything. I have spent time in the office planning for the fall and beyond. Last week was filled with meetings talking about life, spirituality, and how we move in the midst of what are sometimes extremely difficult and hard situations. Last week was a good week. It was the first time I really felt like myself in a very long time. I was still very tired at the end of every day. I often needed a nap in the middle of the day. I missed a very important time of worship on Wednesday night because my body was screaming at me to stop and be still (I listened and went home when I really wanted to stay and be with those who do such a great job of leading us into the presence of God). Looking back I think the most exciting thing is that I did not feel like I was held hostage by “chemo brain” this past week. While I am not sure “chemo brain” is an official and formal medical term it is (in my humble opinion) a very real thing. Just as my body moves in slower and more deliberate ways my mind has not been as sharp. Remembering names, appointments, tasks that need to be accomplished have all taken a lot more effort than normal. Reading, something I used to enjoy, has become a chore. I have to really focus on what I am reading and there are times I have to read a paragraph two or three times to catch the authors point. This past week it felt as if “chemo brain” was releasing its grip on my mind. I am not sure that is reality, it was just how I experienced last week…and for that I praise God and am extremely thankful. [Read more…]



Today we begin counting backwards. I have slowly been counting up to six treatments. Now I get to start counting down as we move towards my twelfth and final initial treatment.
God is Good All the Time…All the Time God is Good…God is Always Good!
Sometimes we become so familiar with someone we begin to take them for granted…we lose sight of how special they truly are. Then something happens and our eyes are opened, we see anew and afresh the truth of what is before us and we appreciate them in new and deep ways.
So this may be a little deep for a Saturday afternoon. I own that. I won’t apologize for it…but I will own it. I have been wrestling with some thoughts the past few weeks that have really had me thinking. Thinking about life and how we go about living it. Often when a preacher preaches people in the pews (or web), can feel as if they are being preached AT. Please know that as I write I am speaking to myself, trying to put together the reality of my life experience and maybe, just maybe there are truths that apply to others.
Monday was Chemo Round 6. It is hard to believe that this journey began twelve weeks ago…time is moving quickly. I have handled the chemo very well so far and am grateful for that. I have been able to do much of what I want and have learned how to pace myself and pay attention to my body in new and different ways. In an odd kind of way chemo has been a nuisance which I have learned to live with.

