Thank you for your prayers! I just received my fifth round of chemo out of twelve—good progress! I’m one-third of the way through my time out here now, unless there are slowdowns.
My blood counts are continuing to drop. I received iron infusions the last two weeks, and last week had injections for boosting white blood cells. I’ll have more injections this week and doing more natural supportive supplements to try to boost platelets and red blood cells as well. I was already on the low end of normal when I started (which they said was to be expected three months postpartum), so having them steadily drop got me close to having to delay chemo. I’m very thankful I didn’t have that setback and am praying that these therapies will help boost all those blood counts so it’s not a question next week!
I’ve been feeling amazingly well the last couple of weeks, other than some minor digestive disturbances! And the weather has been beautiful so we have been enjoying walks—and a sweet friend loaned me a bicycle so Dad and I enjoyed a ride around the neighborhood Monday.
Simon Peter is doing great, too, and it’s so fun to see him getting more interactive and interested in FaceTime with his siblings and daddy, learning how to put toys in his mouth to chew on, etc. It was really cute when he got the giggles the other day! We’ve been so blessed by some mommies out here in Washington who have given milk for him, and he’s showing his appreciation by gaining some adorable healthy double chins and rolls.
There are definitely some neat people here at the cancer center that I’ve enjoyed visiting with while we receive our IV meds. The couple I was next to this week have quite the salvation testimonies, have homeschooled, and been involved in mission work in Uganda. Needless to say, we’ve had some delightful conversation … it’s special to discover fellow believers and be able to rejoice in the Lord’s goodness and guidance on this cancer journey!
I’ve been thinking about this hymn by William Cowper lately and thought I’d share it here.
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs
And works His sovereign will.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.
Thank you all for praying!
“Wherefore gird up the loins of your mind, be sober, and
hope to the end for the grace that is to be brought unto
you at the revelation of Jesus Christ.”
1 Peter 1:13