First, the good news: Chuck is doing very well with his liver transplant. April 29 will mark the one year anniversary of his transplant at the Mayo Clinic. He's showing no signs of rejection, is off 80% of his medications, and his follow up tests and visits show him to be a super star. He's back to photographing birds every morning with my son, even in minus 5 degree weather, so that pretty much says it all. My avatar pics are of his birds.
Now for the bad news: I've mentioned before having a surface melanoma on my arm removed in October of 2021. An "in situ" mole of no consequence where all the melanoma 'was removed successfully'. This was a result of having a dozen beauty marks on both arms blow up like balloons after the 2nd Covid shot, grow scabs on them, and when the scab fell off, the beauty mark disappeared entirely. Except for the one. And all of it was not successfully removed after all, as a few cells must've escaped into my body and caused metastatic stage 4 cancer in my lymph nodes, liver, and bones. I went to the ER 3 weeks ago for excruciating pain in my left side where a CT scan with contrast was ordered. The cancer was discovered at that time, and I've spent the last 2 weeks in testing. The cancer is not in my brain, thank God.
The Oncologist told me there is immunotherapy available now for malignant melanoma. 2 types at once, administered via IV (no port) every 3 weeks x4. That's the goal. To turn on my immune system to kill off this cancer. 50% of immunotherapy patients are alive 2 years later. Idk what the percentage is at the 5 year mark. I've avoided doing research bc I'm overwhelmed enough already.
I'm having tremendous pain in my spine, ribs and liver, where the cancer is the worst. The Oncologist gave me some heavy duty pain meds and told me to wait it out until the IV starts kicking in to relieve my pain. He said I would live less than 2 months without treatment so my first treatment is tomorrow morning. The side effects can be gnarly and these infusions WILL kick my butt, he said. I'm ready, I think. Ain't no beauty mark gonna take ME down at 65! 😑
I'm useless at home, so Chuck is doing everything. Laundry, cooking, grocery shopping, driving to appointments. I have a housekeeper coming in to do the heavy cleaning and my stepson and his wife are cooking 7 dinners for us and bringing them by on Saturday. I have to make sure HE'S not overworked during this treatment process to where he gets sick. He's already overcome with worry and shock over all this as it is. I'll ask my stepson to repeat that meal making plan, too...they want to help & we need help.
We've had a lot to deal with the past year, and now my issues, which were there all along, just not apparent until recently. We wouldn't have been able to handle TWO of us sick at once anyway, so this is how it had to play out, I suppose.
The one bright spot I hold onto here is the dime I found on the floor of the ER room I'd been in ALL DAY where there was no dime on the floor. And when the gal was wheeling me back into the room from the CT scan, there it was. I kicked it across the floor to Chuck and he said, "what's that?" I said, "it's a dime from dad, telling me everything will be alright." He was speechless. Dad used to send me dimes all the time after he died in 2015, but stopped the past few years. I have a whole piggy bank full of them.
We can use all the prayers we can get right now, friends. I believe in prayers, in miracles and in signs from our deceased loved ones that they are with us in tough times. If you do too, please send up some prayers for Chuck and I right now.
Many thanks.
So his eye's upon the sparrow????
What is a "realist" in terms of faith NHWM? What's real to one is nonsense to another. What's real is what we feel in our hearts and what we believe, imo. I'd love to say I'm the 100% faithful Catholic girl 100% of the time, which isn't true....but I'm feeling more so every day! 🤗
Way2Tired: what I said to Chuck a short while ago is that the human body is an extraordinary creation that has self healing features built into it. A sense of preservation that is mind blowing. I watched my mother live to 95 w virtually no issues like cancer, disease, surgeries, etc. She self healed 3x from pneumonia when the doctor recommended hospice, and lived another 3 years after the last bout.
I watched Chuck with liver cancer and NA cirrhosis undergo a liver transplant and have no issues afterward except for an ileus blockage that required another surgery 7 days later. His one year anniversary is coming up on the 29th ! Down from tons of meds to 6 a day. His body self healed from drop foot, a huge blood clot from wrist to elbow, and about 3 other issues that resolved themselves in short order.
I myself am pain free after 2 immunotherapy dual infusions when I was literally at deaths door on Feb 4. And in spite of dealing with this toxic reaction I'm having the past 7 weeks, I'm STILL pain free when in Jan I was bedbound from it and unable to move off of a heating pad for the bone lesions all over my spine and ribs. Dr C gave me morphine but I wound up taking 2 in total. After the first infusion duo, my body kicked so many of those tumors and lesions OUT via 102 fevers for 2 straight weeks with profuse sweating and a bevy of other ass kicking symptoms. To the point I didn't need that drug!
I watched Chuck get rushed into emergency triple bypass surgery during the height of covid, and go on to heal completely and thoroughly w a minimum of opioid use. He's enjoying his heart healthy blood numbers these days too.
I watched my bone on bone hip pain reach horrible levels, then after a total hip replacement, the agony disappeared entirely and I was back to work in 4 weeks, w no PT but walking outside. Similarly with my neck fusion surgery in 08 where the spasms had me chair bound until emergency surgery could be scheduled. Afterward, no pain was left at all and I wore a big neck brace for 6 weeks. I also went to work every day wearing that brace....the worst part was not being able to dye my hair! 😂
So as bound for things to go wrong as the human body may be, it's also designed to heal itself.
After I see the doctor tomorrow, I'll post more about what my blood test numbers are looking like. 😁
Miracles DO happen when we stay alert and on the lookout for them, thats my belief. I've seen too many to think otherwise. Chuck should have been dead 3x by now, but fate interjected. The jury is still out on me, of course, but I'll continue to be shored up by the lack of pain I'm having, the fact that my blood numbers improved greatly after the first infusion, and now I wait for more good news hopefully tomorrow. And for this dizziness to disappear for good!
John 14:6 says "Jesus answered, I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me."
And because God loves us all so much He doesn't want even one of His sheep to be lost.
And to NeedHelpWithMom, faith comes with having a relationship with God/Jesus and not with just having a religion. I too was raised Catholic(and went to Catholic grade school), and sadly was never encouraged to read my Bible or have a relationship with my Creator. It's hard to have any kind of faith when that is the case.
It wasn't until I walked away from Catholicism, and started to read His Word(the Bible)that I could truly understand the importance of having a relationship with God/Jesus instead of just having "religion." There's a BIG difference.
Faith also comes when you witness God's goodness over and over in your life. It gives you something to look back at and know that if He was with you then, that you can have faith that He will be with you now.
And Lealonnie, you have seen God's goodness all throughout Chucks journey with his liver transplant, so I hope and pray that you can have the faith that He is with you now and will give you the strength and courage needed for whatever lies ahead.
And I see that you Lealonnie posted as I was writing. But I'm glad to read all the many miracles you and Chuck have had along your life's journey. That certainly helps in increasing your faith doesn't it?
And just because we have faith it doesn't mean that we don't get mad at God or question why things may happen. It just means that we know that He will be there for and with us no matter what.
I understand what you’re saying. I agree with having a personal relationship with God.
We did learn biblical teachings and read scripture in my Catholic school. Scripture is read during every Mass as well.
I have visited other churches.
I do think there are beautiful teachings in many churches, including the Catholic faith.
I even asked my parish priest what did I need to do to gain faith. He said, “Faith can’t be taught. It is a gift from God.”
There are times when I feel close to Him and other times when I question things. I think it’s normal to have questions. Even the prophets in the Bible had their doubts occasionally. I know that I am not alone in my thinking.
I was christened as an infant into the faith, so I identify as a Catholic. I feel that the faith has many beautiful beliefs but I don’t agree with everything that they teach. So much of religion is man made.
When I pray to God, I tell in my own words what is in my heart.
I don’t think there is a ‘perfect’ church because people aren’t perfect. So, I suppose there will always be something that we don’t like in our church no matter what denomination it is.
I feel that people should attend church wherever they feel closest to God.
In fact, there are plenty of people who love God with all of their hearts and they don’t attend any church. It’s a personal decision for everyone.
I respect everyone’s beliefs, no matter if they choose to believe or not to believe in anything.
I can relate with a priest that I know who grew up in New York. His neighborhood was a mixture of Catholic and Jewish. They got along beautifully. He never tried to convert anyone to become Catholic.
He also said that he would rather spend time with his atheist friends who lived good moral lives over a hypocritical Christian.
The only thing that I truly despise is if people try to hurt others in the name of religion. That is sad.
I have known several people who constantly tell their children that they will go to hell. Then they wonder why their children don’t have a relationship with God. It’s sad.
You are correct , I have also seen miracles of healing. The body can be amazing as well . My original comment about how things go wrong with the body was just …..that things go wrong. I was not saying anything spiritual or non spiritual about it…. illness just happens . Like Alva said, I don’t feel the “ why me” when something goes wrong. The body has hiccups , we don’t always know why things go wrong . We also don’t always know why things go right . I just tend to always think in terms of science. I guess my brain is just wired to look for explanations and proof . But much to my dismay even the sciences can’t explain everything .
I sent you a post a while back about my father . Maybe you missed it . He had stage 3 melanoma . They gave him 6 months to live with no treatment . 9 months if he did chemo . He did chemo and had excellent results , so then he had Keytruda when it was new . Many tumors had disappeared . The remaining ones shrunk and became dormant . The doctor was surprised how well my Dad did . He was over 80. He lived 6 years, and they were 6 good quality of life years. He lived to 88. The oncologist was so surprised and they were still doing studies on Keytruda. The oncologist prepared and presented a case study on my father ! My father was very proud that he was a “ pioneer.” Dad had hoped his case study would help others . The doctor had a theory that if you gave Keytruda during the right time it worked better. He felt that my father by pure luck had Keytruda at the optimal time when it was most effective . He had a theory that the body has other monthly cycles ( not the usual menstrual cycle , lol) , but other metabolic cycles . He felt that if you hit it during the right time that Keytruda is more effective . He said the hard part would be to identify a way to test for that . Like a blood test , but of what hormone he did not know . And that some level could determine the optimal time to give Keytruda.
So my reply to Alva about being a realist was not the totality of what I think or what I have seen of how the human body works . I just think that we should not make assumptions as to why something goes wrong or even right for that matter .
The body , life , it’s still such a mystery . We really know very little still . My sister has a lot of medical problems , was put on hospice last month . Doctor had no hope. She is now in rehab and going home . She still has her serious medical problems and will need a lot of follow up care but for now she healed herself well enough to go home. Not sure her prognosis though .
You and Chuck have been through so much . You have seen miracles , that’s wonderful . That helps shore you up when you need it . You are right that if we keep our eyes open we see the miracles more . Thank you for reminding me of that . Unfortunately I do forget that at times , I think due to all the bad I have also seen as a nurse . Maybe the sad cases just stick in my mind more.
As far as faith and spiritual matters. I envy people who have great faith. I have always struggled with that. I think my brain is just too wired looking for concrete scientific proof. But then again , faith is not about science at all .
I do read your posts Lealonnie and hope and pray for you in my own way .
I am also thankful for the nice people on this forum .
I do think certain things influence our perception. My husband is an engineer. He thinks in scientific terms as well. He does believe in God though.
It’s interesting how some scientists are atheists and others believe that there is more proof that there is a God.
All I know is that there are so many things that cannot be explained. Therefore; it certainly is possible that it had to be divine intervention.
I find NDE stories fascinating. Hospice nurses have some of the most interesting stories of all!
My mom kept seeing a little child before she died. My brother asked me if mom lost a daughter before we were born. I told him, “Not that I know of.”
The hospice nurse told us that she hears dying people say that they see people all of the time.
Scientific evidence doesn't enter my mind when it comes to faith based topics. I understand your position as a nurse, though, bc you've seen and experienced situations I cannot even imagine, as has my daughter the RN who worked hospital duty in the dog days of covid. I will never be able to understand her trauma from that, or whether the whole nightmare changed her outlook on God or life or the human body in any way, which would not surprise me. A nurse is a gift to all of us. Your words have value and i was just talking about my own, non medical views of our lives and my perception of miracles. Imo, there is no wrong or right black and whites in life, faith, or anything else. I pray my way, FG prays hers, and Alva avoids it altogether. We all do things in a way WE feel comfy, bible or no bible, church or synogogue, out in nature or on a kneeler. Who cares? We are all great people here, all supportive and hoping for the best outcome. That is a Godly thing in and of itself.
Ty for praying for me in your way. I appreciate ALL of the calls to heal me, absolutely!
Do you believe dreams are premonitions? That’s another topic that I am fascinated with but I have no idea if dreams hold any significant meanings.
Gershun,
I have weird dreams. A dream analysts would not be able to interpret my dreams! LOL
My grandfather passed before my nephew was born . My sister named him after him . When my nephew was about 4 years old and was looking through some old photo albums he pointed to that grandfather’s photo and said “ that’s the man that holds my hand when I walk down the stairs “. My nephew also said he used to see him sitting at the foot of his bed when he was young too . He said it stopped after he was a year or two older.
Way, very young children are tuned into spirit big time. Then the connection fades w age, sadly.
N HWM, idk but i think some dreams are premonitions. When I was in Hawaii in 1986, i had a dream dad was calling my name all night, help me he said. I called home the next day and dad WAS SICK! My family will also tell you if i have a bad feeling in my gut about something, run away from it. Something IS wrong 85% of the time. So I hate when I feel that way!
We hear stories with children. It’s something!
Was he frightened? See, I think that I would be afraid if I saw someone.
Lea,
Do you keep a dream journal? Some people do.
My husband says that he doesn’t remember any of his dreams. Some people don’t remember any of their dreams.
I would like to forget the bad dreams.
It’s fascinating.
God has showed himself to me through my jewelry - usually when I lost it and then found it again against all odds. Once I lost an opal ring which had been my grandmother's in a soccer field throwing a ball for a friends dog. My fingers got slimy from the saliva on the ball and the ring must have slipped off. I didn't notice till we got back to her place. Her sil and I and my friend went back to this field - a very large one - and walked over the area we were playing with the dog and I prayed. I found it. After praying I found another ring I had lost going straight to the room where it was buried in the shag carpet.
I had so many signs after my youngest was killed and they were very comforting. I had planted a lilac near his bench and it didn't grow well and I was sad after inspecting it. Came back to the house and a branch of lilac with a nice bloom was on the sidewalk in front of the house - the only time in the 40 years I have lived here.
Money turns up unexpectedly - once exactly the amount I needed to pay a bill. We had a cottage and a young couple we knew wanted to go on holiday but they were not well off. We said they could use the cottage. After their time there she (the wife who was my friend) came to our house to return the key and asked what they owed us. I said nothing. She insisted so I said whatever you want. We were somewhat stretched budget wise but they were more so. She wrote me a cheque for exactly the amount of a bill I had that I wasn't sure how I was going to pay on time. Too many things like this to be coincidences.
I have been healed of pain a couple of times as I prayed and it never came back. Once heavy bed metal spring fell onto my toe and I was cut so I had to go to ER for stitches. I got home and prayed for no pain. In the middle of the night the baby (my youngest son) woke me up crying so I had to go to him. I put my foot on the floor and the pain crashed in so I hobbled the the next room where he was in his crib and settled him down and went back to bed, in pain all the time. I couldn't even stand the sheet on my foot. But I prayed in faith that the pain would be gone and went to sleep. The next morning I put my foot on the floor and no pain and there wasn't any more after that.
I can't remember all the things that have happened. I wish I had written them down. It's true that faith is a gift from God. You can't make your own faith but you can ask God/Jesus for faith and you can help it to grow by using it.
Just sharing what had happened in my life. I am Christian, brought up Anglican but really non denominational now. I don't argue faith or beliefs with others but I do share. As I see it, the Holy Spirit moves in others according to God's will.
Lea, I have read Philip Yancey and really appreciate his books and perspective.
One of my favourite verses is John 27:14 27
"Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid."
A few things first. The title of the book is Near-Death Experience, The Rest of The Story: What They Teach Us About Living and Dying and Our True Purpose by P.M.H. Atwater. The author conducted first hand accounts of thousands of survivors, their families and those involved. I take it that she interviewed the people, hopefully including the doctors in the story below, or at least examined the medical records.
I tried my best to transcribe as accurately as possible. If you want to be sure, you can check out the book.
And now, here's the story, one of many in the books. Lea, I hope it will lift your spirit.
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“My name is Chris Russell and I am a 60 y.o. veteran of the Vietnam war living in NC. My story began in 1999 when I visited a friend of mine in Virginia Beach, VA. My friend is a 70ish Christian lady who happens to have psychic ability. To those who would argue a person can not be a Christian and a psychic at the same time, I beg to differ. My friend can see and intuit things most ordinary people can’t.
During my visit, she advised me: “Chris, you have lung cancer and you’re going to die.” Because she’s always been accurate in the past, I took her words seriously and checked into the Veteran Affairs Medical Center in Fayetteville.”
He was given an exam and sent to Duke Medical Center. Some explorative testing revealed that he was in stage 3 B incurable cancer. He was told to go home, get his affair in order and prepare to die. Refusing the dire prognosis, Chris went to another center in Eastern TX. They disagreed with Duke saying he was in stage 3 A, but that center refused further treatment. Thanks to another friend, he managed to fit the criteria for a clinical trial in Greenville NC.
“Long story short, I had a remarkable reaction to the chemotherapy. It had all but eliminated the 5.2 cm malignant tumor which had been growing in my left lung. While the chemo didn’t totally eliminate the cancer, it did eliminate enough that the surgeons felt they could operate and remove the lung. All went well.”
“About a month later, doctors discovered I had developed a fistula and they’d have to go back in and repair it. A fistula is a hole in the bronchial tube.”
About a month after the surgery, Chris developed another fistula.
“This time, I flatlined on the operating table.”
“The surgical team which consisted about 5 surgeons grouped together in a football like huddle on the far side of the operating room. Listening intently, I could hear one of them talking. I realized they were praying for me. And all of a sudden, one of my surgical team members turned and looked directly at me. He noticed that I had my eyes wide open and was looking back at him. Then he shouted “he’s alive.” They all broke the huddle and came rushing back. They were busily checking medical instruments while the same time telling me how surprised they were to see me alive because I had died and they tried everything they could think of to revive me to no avail. After abandoning their attempts to save me, they decided to gather together across the room and pray for my soul.”
“There’s one physician stayed by my bedside and eventually looked down at me.”
He said: “You’re probably wondering why I’m still standing here.
To which I replied: “You want to tell me some more about my dying?”
“No.” He said, “that’s not the reason why.”
“Well, what’s up doc?”
He replied: “I’ve been performing this same surgical procedure for the past 20 something years, and something happened today that I never experienced before. It has such a profound effect on me that I feel that I have to tell you about it.”
I said: “OK.”
“We had you wide open and were removing some special kind of fat tissue from your heart to use to tie your fistula when all of a sudden you
“We had you wide open and were removing some special kind of fat tissue from your heart to use to tie your fistula when all of a sudden you started talking out loud. Surprised, we all jumped back from the table as we initially thought perhaps you came out from under the anesthesia, but when we checked our instruments, we found that no, you were still under, still unconscious. So, we just stood there and listened while you talked.
“What did I say?”
He replied: “It’s not so much what you said, but to whom you were talking to. You were talking to Jesus Christ.
I looked into his eyes and I could tell he wasn’t joking. He was quite serious.
Then he added: “By the way, I’m going to make sure that this gets into your medical record.”
Ten days later, Chris was well enough to go home. A month later, he traveled to back to Virginia to visit with his friend. The minute she entered the room, she froze with astonishment.
“Chris! You all lit up. You got light protruding out from all around and over you. You have angels flying all around your head.”
Then with tears streaming down her face, she quietly said: “Chris, you know that you died last month on the operating table and had a face to face encounter with Jesus Christ himself?”
With little dialog between them, the woman continued: “When you came to see me last year, I told you that you had cancer and were going to die. That was it. That was your life expectancy. You’re not supposed to be here right now. I just want you to know that. Now, I’ll tell you what happened, what he said, and why you’re still here. You screamed that you were sorry if you ever hurt anybody in anyway while you were visiting Earth. You screamed out so loud and with so much emotion and conviction that you startled everybody. Apparently, the commotion attracted the attention of Jesus. Quick, you jumped in front of Jesus Christ and started talking your head off. You didn’t really know who He was, but you just started telling Him that you’d just gotten out of prison and were undergoing treatment for cancer, and that you were now getting a big government check every month for exposure to agent orange in Vietnam, and that you would never have to go back to work again and that you weren’t ready to die. You got them all laughing. It was then that He reached over and touched you and instantaneously cured you of your cancer and sent you back to your body. You are going to live another 26 years, and you’re going to spend the rest of your life helping others.”
Afterward, his cancer metastasized to his neck, stage 4 lung cancer. Again, one hospital refused treatment, another did the operation but they couldn’t get it all. Remembering that he had 26 more years to live, Chris simply smiled at the doctor and thanked him for doing his best. Several months later, his CT scan revealed that he was cancer free. That was 8 years ago, and he feels fine.
In 2005, he returned to school and ended up getting a masters in social work degree and dedicated to bringing solace and comfort to others. Although Chris remembered very little of his near death experience, his psychic friend picked up on the whole thing the moment he walked into her house, and without any cue or word from him, described every minute detail accurately. There was no way she could have known what had happened to him, especially during his surgery, but she did.
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Hope you enjoyed it.
One more thing, I think the author did not use the actual names of the people in her stories, or privacy reason.
At 73 I have had a good life. My Ex came home and said, aft 5 yrs and one child, he did not want to be married anymore. Of course I was devastated. We had only had our house 2 yrs and a 1 yr old. I thought everything was great. But, my ex did me a big favor because a yr later my DH came into my life and we have been married 42 yrs.
“Sometimes you have to experience the bad, so that you can learn to appreciate the good things that enter your life.”
— Leon Brown
I read Sylvia Brown years ago. Her first book I think was the best. As time went on she got a little weird and out there. I think just to sell books. Anyway...the one thing she said we are put here on this earth for is to experience the good and the bad. Its a learning experience. We live more than one life. And we take what we learn in this life and take it with us to the next. Sometimes God lets things happen because we learn from that experience. We may become stronger because of it.
When I was caring for my Mom I kept wondering what was I suppose to learn from this experience. I had always been there for my parents. I was 65 yrs old. My brothers literally did nothing. If it was patience, I never learned it.😊 I do know I became a good Advocate for Mom. I learned what I will and won't do when it comes to caring for someone. Learned that I did what I could and that had to be enough. I allow myself no guilt or what ifs. I did not have that attitude when younger.
Its funny how some people just seem to go thru life with not having to care for others and other people have too much on their plate. Why? I would like an answer to that. Now at 73, I just want to go thru the rest of my life not having to worry about anyone but me and mine. But then, we never know what's around that corner and pray God gives us the strength to get thru it.
((HUG)l💞 and...have a blessed day
I ALSO need to know how Dr. C.'s hair is looking. If he needs advice, my Gov. Gavin knows all about hair gel; I hear he does consults. I hear he's not cheap.
*****LDH liver enzymes are now at 244 from...........TWENTY EIGHT HUNDRED*****
The 2nd set of infusions wound up causing my immune system to get SO hyped up that it attacked and disabled my central nervous system. To the point where I have this mind bending dizziness, hearing loss, brain zaps, heightened startle reflex ( where I need earplugs to prevent me from jumping out of my skin at any noise) sometimes, and now neuropathy in my hands and feet which has recently cropped up. Which nobody can say will disappear, or when, or be permanent. For this reason, I am no longer a candidate for ANY immunotherapy treatments offered. It's too dangerous.....all of the bags are basically the same, molecularly, meaning the chances of this toxicity happening again (or even worse) is very great. No point in being cancer free but brain dead or a bed bound vegetable 😑
Dr C will confer with Dr M from UC Health next week to see what her thoughts are w regard to potential treatments for me ( which should/ought to) go on for approximately 1 year. UC Health also has clinical trials (where no patient gets a placebo) going on that I could possibly try if she feels it safe to do so. Chucks friend Dave w lymphoma has had tremendous results w UC Health who's saved his life a few times already over the past 3 years.
If this nervous system issue resolves itself fully, and I'm back to life as a normal human for awhile, maybe THEN 1 infusion can be considered every 3 weeks (which is the standard maintenance schedule). We'll just have to wait and see.
I have a PET scan scheduled for 4/21 Next Friday afternoon. That test will conclude my disease status, which I pray IS IN REMISSION W NO EVIDENCE OF DISEASE. If so, nobody can predict how long it will last. ....a month, a year, 5 years, etc
I feel no major pain where it was all located prior to IV #1. I'm grateful beyond measure for that. I feel mixed emotions to be told "No more treatments for you" but hopeful about the NORMAL BLOODWORK NUMBERS which don't lie.
I hope and pray to post here again that my PET scan is clean and that I'm officially in remission. Thank you for all the prayers offered up on my behalf. I'm sure they've been heard and responded to.
I imagine you are good and tired. The adrenalin with appts and tests and all gets so high that you end in a sort of post traumatic stress.
Thank you for such a full update Lea. I hope you get rest the rest of the day.
It has been a privilege to pray alongside you and your cheering section here.
Looking forward to dancing a similar dance after your PET scan comes through!