Today is a much anticipated, long awaited day of sorts...today is the Captain's last day of chemo.
Tonight the Captain will swallow the last 2 poison pills, ahem, I mean, chemo pills and then he has completed the 6 months.
We are looking forward to more energy, less nausea and hopefully a tumor free future.
Andy' surgeon said no more MRI's until next April...Andy's Oncologist would like one after the chemo regimen is over...So we have one scheduled for November 16th. Please pray for the Captain. Andy hates MRI's. As well as the outcome of the scan...that it would be good and tumor free.
We will walk any road God has for us...we just hope it is going to be a little more downhill and sunny from here on out. Maybe a nice stroll through a flowery meadow...or a nice mosey beside a cool, bubbling brook. However if there are hills, mountains or rain in our future...we have a God who is bigger than them all.
Hey all,If you do not know us, the first thing you should know is how much we love the Lord our God, and we are striving to live lives worthy of the title, Believer.
The second is we are praying everyday for His return. On that day we will be reunited with our precious baby girl Caden, the treasure of our hearts. Since the death of our daughter we have battled grief, hurt, tears in public, brain surgery and chemo. We have also celebrated new life in the birth of our 2 sons. So come, read, share and enjoy the life God has given us. Although it is not perfect, or even what we had planned it is what He wants for us, so we choose to rejoice.
"Michael said Caden's funeral felt like a wedding. I smile to type that, because in many ways, it was: a celebration of one little bride being united with the Lamb."
our big Rigg
things that make me laugh
I came back into the room from treating myself to a nice, cold diet coke when I saw the Captain playing with Rigg. He was making the stuffed animal dance in the air toward our son and saying in a sing-song voice “Here comes the zebra.” I looked at him and said in the exact same sing-song voice “It’s a giraffe.” To which the Captain, with only the briefest pauses, sing-songed back the reply… “Daddy had brain surgery.“