As you already know by reading my blog, this is the 3rd time I've gone to get my last treatment. First it was my white blood count and then it was my platelets so I'm hoping this time, everything is back to normal.
Typically they will do a blood transfusion if my platelets are not back up in order to get my treatment completed. As I've already noted the other day, the first sign is bleeding gums. Well, mine were pretty bad last night and the first thing I thought was, "Oh no, not again......I want the chemo part over". However, as I think about it, there could be reasons that I do not know but my Protector who knows all things may.....therefore, I shouldn't be so hasty in my decision to push the treatment, although it is frustrating.
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.
In one he placed carrots, in the second he placed eggs, and the last he placed ground coffee beans.
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?"
He explained that each of them had faced the same adversity, boiling water, but each reacted differently. The carrots went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. But after being subjected to the boiling water, they softened and became weak.
The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior. But after sitting through the boiling water, the insides became hardened.
However, the ground coffee beans were unique. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.
"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 carrot that seems hard, but with pain and adversity do you wilt and become soft and lose your strength?
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?
Or are you like the coffee bean? The bean changes the hot water, the thing that is bringing the pain. When the water reaches it's peak temperature, it just tastes better.
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?
Blessed is a man who preseveres under trial; for once he has been tried, will receive the Crown of Life, which the Lord has promised to those that love him.
As always, love to all, Good night!
Leah
Yes, today was a happy day! Mom took me to get my leash (bag of chemo unhooked)!!! Today should be my final chemo. I have alot of testing to go through but for right now.....it is over once I work through all the chemo toxins. I still have the down time that goes along with the chemo but at least I don't have any more treatments scheduled!!! We stopped at Taco Bell on the way home to celebrate Mexicano' way. Ha. We went all out. ha.
This was Anita, who was giving me my final chemo on Wednesday . Wonderful and very sweet nurse!
This was me right before I was knocked out from my final infusion.
This is Dietra. She was my first chemo nurse when I very first had my port put in and she was the one who took off my leash. I'm holding the happy face all the nurses signed for me.
This is the group of nurses that came up to my chair and sang a "Celebration Chemo day Song"
Mom, my steady Friday date to get my chemo bag off. Steve took me every Wednesday and mom would take me every Friday. Thanks to them, it was the one thing that I didn't have to worry about. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!!
Another picture of me and mom!
Me and Dietra again.
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