I am about a week behind on everything.
We moved recently from a 3,000 sq foot home to a 1100 sq foot home, and I thought I could manage this great task amidst cancer treatment.
Because radiation is not like chemotherapy. Right?
Right! It’s not.
I am still functional. Where as I wasn’t with chemo. AT ALL.
My hair is still growing. Where as I was bald with chemo.
I am not being poked and prodded with needles every week, like I was with chemo.
The side effects of radiation are silent.
They creep up on you.
Your skin starts to feel a bit sunburned.
Then all of a sudden the fatigue hits.
And you are down. And you hate it. I hate it.
Because for the past three months I have worked hard in getting my health back to top condition.
Now all of sudden, I am OUT again.
It’s just different this time.
Not only is this a different treatment, but I am in a different home, and a different community, away from my familiar for 13 years.
And yet……Brave calls out.
Not because I have to be brave, but because I trust the one who makes me brave.
I trust the Brave in the Broken.
I trust HIM in me.
I trust HIM.
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