I'm a little worried about getting the treatment also. The neuropathy in my fingers and feet have been really bad and have not recovered from the last treatment. I could cut off the tips of my fingers and not feel anything but yet they are extremely sensitive to cold. Go figure. They wake me up in the middle of the night because they hurt so much. I was looking through pictures today and the pictures felt so cold to my hands, I finally had to go to my recliner, turn on my heating pad and put my hands behind my back and warm them up. It is very hard to explain the tingling, hurt and burning because it isn't a normal pain....but I've learned that with the pain that chemo brings. I just try to bear it and hope tomorrow is better. What do you do? You just tie a knot and hang on.....sometimes I may dangle from the rope but I'm still holding on. :-)
I saw this story and found it thought provoking, hope you do too! Please God, help me to be a coffee bean! Amen"
A daughter complained to her father about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it, and wanted to give up. She was tired of all the fighting and struggling. It seemed as though in solving one problem, two more would arise.
Her father, ( a chef ) took her to the kitchen. He filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to a boil.
He let them sit and boil without saying a word. The daughter impatiently waited, wondering what he was doing. In about twenty minutes he turned off the burners.
He fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. He pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then he ladled the coffee out and poured it in a cup. Turning to her he asked. "Darling, what do you see?" "Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied. He brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. He then asked her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg. Finally, he asked her to sip the coffee. She smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. She humbly asked. "What does it mean Father?"
"Which are you," he asked his daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?
How about you?
Are you the egg, which starts off with a changeable heart? Were you a fluid spirit, but after difficult times, have you become hardened and stiff. Your shell looks the same, but are you tough with a stiff spirit and heart?
If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and make things better around you. When people talk about you, do your praises to the Lord increase? When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, does your worship elevate to another level? How do you handle adversity?
Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?
As always, love to all, Good night!