Just when you think you've got the routines down and think you know how it's all going to go, curve balls like the Rangers threw the Diamonbacks.
I don't have any PICC grade veins left to tap in my arms. This probably means a port or a catheter in my upper chest. A day lost. Suppose to find out this morning.
This round of chemo parallels my second round but found out yesterday That it doesn't. to up the levels and add another so, sounds like pretty intense around coming. Also get to do another intrathecal lumbar puncture this round.
With the delays, that all translates to probably not getting out on Friday, but a weekend or Monday exit.
Struggling to stay optimistic and positive.
Hey Gary, we are praying for you every night. The first thing that came to mind when reading your post was a hymn I wanted to share. I love the poetry of hymns and the timeless message that we can sing or read today that has been a rock of the church for many generations. God is always faithful.
ReplyDeleteMy Hope is Built on Nothing Less
1 My hope is built on nothing less
than Jesus' blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
but wholly lean on Jesus' name.
Refrain:
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand:
all other ground is sinking sand;
all other ground is sinking sand.
2 When darkness veils his lovely face,
I rest on his unchanging grace;
in every high and stormy gale,
my anchor holds within the veil. [Refrain]
3 His oath, his covenant, his blood,
support me in the whelming flood;
when all around my soul gives way,
he then is all my hope and stay. [Refrain]
4 When he shall come with trumpet sound,
O may I then in him be found:
dressed in his righteousness alone,
faultless to stand before the throne. [Refrain]