The Oncology department is one that you would just like to be able to walk right past. You look in and see the patients sitting there in different states of treatment and think, oh those poor people, I hope I never have to be the one sitting there. When I was one of those people sitting in that room waiting to see the doctor on Friday I saw a man come in for his treatment. He was so weak and frail. Probably not more than ten years my senior he looked ravaged by an unseen aggressor. It made me think that cancer really is a horrible disease. It made me think about something else too that I have read and also experienced. Many times it is not the cancer that makes you sick, it is the treatment of the cancer that makes you sick, especially at the beginning. Before my diagnosis on Aug 14th I would not have known there was anything wrong inside my body. I felt fine. This morning when I woke up my body gave me no indication that there was a problem, I felt perfectly normal. The only sickness I have felt to date is from the medicine that is supposed to make you better. This just seems so backwards.
Today I got those special drugs. It was a good day though because I was able to tolerate the new medication and was in and out of there in no time flat. It was amazing, and I thank and praise God for answered prayers. Tonight I'm not feeling as good as I did this morning, but that is to be expected, and I know it will pass. The drug is doing its job and I just have to be patient and wait for its effects to run their course. "Trouble may last for the night, but joy comes in the morning."
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