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I met with my oncologists this morning. He tapped on me like determining if I was a ripe watermelon and listened to my breathing.
For the first time he said he can hear the difference between the left and right side of my chest and he can tell that, I don’t inhale as much on the left as on the right. I think he has always heard this, but never told me. Sometimes it’s so hard to get all the data.
He said I seemed good and wished me luck on my CT scan a week from Friday. I’ll get the scan 7/21, but won’t have the results until 7/25. Depending on the results of the scan, I’m due to get poisoned again on 7/27.
I stayed home again today as the fatigue still has me hammered. I’m really hoping I can make it to the office tomorrow. The good thing about staying home is, I can easily lie down and take a nap, when I fade.
Right now, I’m just tired and my feet are still the same. My taste buds are making a very slow recovery. I ate half a bowl of fresh black cherries. They weren’t the tastiest, but I got them down. A few days ago, I wouldn’t even be able to eat more than one.
I spoke to a client today. She had a 6-year old nephew that recently died. He was diagnosed with a very aggressive brain tumor. Apparently, they gave him chemo therapy. It so hammered him that he acquired a severe infection and died a few weeks ago. I cannot imagine how distraught the parents must be.
It turns out there is a lot of suffering in the world.
I’m reminded of this passage from the Bible, Luke 9:1:
As he passed by, he saw a man blind from birth. And his disciples asked him, "Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?" Jesus answered, "It was not that this man sinned, or his parents, but that the works of God might be displayed in him. We must work the works of him who sent me while it is day; night is coming, when no one can work. As long as I am in the world, I am the light of the world." Having said these things, he spat on the ground and made mud with the saliva. Then he anointed the man's eyes with the mud and said to him, "Go, wash in the pool of Siloam" (which means Sent). So he went and washed and came back seeing.
From this, I take that it is our job as Christians to help those who are suffering and thereby show the glory of God.
Posted by The Vorlon at July 11, 2006 7:54 PM