My mom came to take me to the hospital to get my next round of chemo today. I was a bit nervous about getting more because it’s causing neuropathy in my hands. My right hand has already been severely damaged by the tumor resting on all the nerves that go to my right arm and hand, and because of that, I’ve been using my left hand. But with the neuropathy increasing in that hand, I’m risking the use of my left hand as well. And wouldn’t that be wonderful?! Arg!!! …So…. Karsten, my wonderful hubby, sent us off with a prayer. As he’s helping me get into the car, carrying all my things and being the kind man that he is, I start bawling. One, I’m reminded of how WEAK I am, and two, I DON’T want more chemo! We drove off with me, and now my mom (who doesn’t cry), bawling and waving goodbye to my poor honey.
By the time we’re at the hospital our tears are dry and we arrive in the waiting room where I ask the ladies at the front desk for my jewelry (the hospital band they make us wear). After getting my blood work done, my pic line dressing changed, and a chat with the nurse practitioner (who has a chat with my doctor), they tell me I don’t have to have chemo. The doc wants me to wait a month in hopes that the neuropathy improves. YAY!!! So rather than staying at the hospital for another two hours, we got to go home! YES!!!
Now, this is how my brain works. I can FEEL the tumor in my neck. That alone makes me nervous. So, I’m wondering if I should have gotten the chemo? But then I’m thinking, maybe this is an answer to prayer and God is going to intervene? One way He could do that is by curing me instantaneously! That’s what we’d all like to happen. Not much different than Naaman in 2 Kings 5:1-19 expecting to be healed by Elisha by him calling on the name of the Lord with a wave of his hand. No, that didn’t happen. Instead, Naaman had to go dip himself seven times in the filthy River Jordan. He wasn’t even allowed to dip himself in cleaner rivers. No. It had to be the Jordan. So after throwing a tantrum (and because of the encouragement of his servants), Naaman stomps his way to the Jordan. This required “action” on Naaman’s part. And because he did what he was told (dipped seven times, not once or six) Naaman was healed.
Years ago, God answered our prayers to heal me by providing Vitamin B17. This is what I’m taking now, along with the chemo (with my doctor’s full knowledge). I’m hoping and praying that the chemo, radiation, and B17 I’ve already gotten, will now cause the B17 ALONE to be enough to take care of this large tumor. This requires action on my part. Not to mention keeping sugar out of my diet and eating right. So, I’ll be doing that. In the meantime, pray this is enough and that the tumor shrinks so significantly by the end of April when I get my PET scan, that the doctor is blown away. I was told today by my nurse and the nurse practitioner, that this kind of cancer is very difficult to beat. Of course, I then shared my B17 story with them (because with B17 is was easy to beat), and said, “I wouldn’t be here now if I hadn’t quit taking it.” They didn’t know how to react. LOL Anyway, just pray. Prayer is a powerful tool that also “works!”
Last but definitely not least. The story about Naaman can also apply to baptism. I’ll just quote the verses, that way I’m not running interference with the word of God. He can speak for Himself. And if you’re unsure, read the verse before and after the ones I’m sharing, that way you’ll know their context.
Acts 2:38-39, “And Peter said to them, ‘Repent and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of your sins, and you will receive the gift of the Holy Spirit. For the promise is for you and for your children and for all who are far off, everyone whom the Lord our God calls to himself.’”
1 Peter 3:21, “Corresponding to that, baptism now saves you—not the removal of dirt from the flesh, but an appeal to God for a good conscience—through the resurrection of Jesus Christ…”
Finally, Jesus said in Mark 16:16, “Whoever believes and is baptized will be saved, but whoever does not believe will be condemned.”
Thank you ALL for your prayers, including by those mentioned in my previous post!
On November 1, 2010, I was diagnosed with Stage Four Non-Hodgkins T-cell Lymphoma when my oncologist found a tumor in my head. He gave me radiation for this tumor, which continued to light up on all the PET scans for the rest of my treatments, but the growth had stopped. Within a year-and-a-half I was given eight rounds of chemo (including 22-hour bags and other numerous amounts of smaller injections of chemo that are innumerable—nearly bleeding to death twice), 35 treatments of radiation, a stem-cell transplant (which included "enough chemo to kill a healthy person"—my oncologist liked to say—along with full-body radiation), and numerous amounts of drugs and one magnesium vitamin.