Last week, I had a routine appointment with my oncologist to go over my MRI results. He said overall things look clear and good. Two scans ago, a spot showed up in another part of my brain. Not in the same area my previous tumor was. He said that it had not grown since this most recent scan, but he wanted to keep an eye on it. He wasn't concerned about it, yet.
Other news he gave me was about my future scans. Right now, each MRI is every 2 months. He would like me to continue with that schedule until my year anniversary of stopping chemo, which is in August. Now, instead of having a 2 hour scan, it should be cut down. He doesn't think it's necessary to scan the spine any longer, so he just wants to have the brain scanned & evaluated. Yay!!! Yay God!! What a blessing!
I also had quite a bit of blood work done last week, as well. My gynecologist sent off blood work to see if I can have anymore children. The first blood test came back with some pretty elevated numbers for my ovaries. "Normal" numbers are around 12 & under. Mine were 38. An infertility specialist was consulted & more blood was sent off for a specialized test. The other blood work was sort of routine for my oncologist to check my levels.
So this is the latest on all that is going on. Right now, I'm taking care of 2 guys at home. Andrew is still recovering from his foot surgery. He will return to work in early April. We're praying this surgery did the trick for his overall pain in his feet. He had the left one done this time & the right one will probably be done later on this year. I've lost count of how many foot surgeries Andrew has had. I think it's something like 7. Needless to say, he's been through quite a lot. And of course, I'm taking care of the little man, too. Right now, we're learning obedience & consequences of disobedience. My, my what a fun little game! I'm trying my best to be consistent. God has helped me. He's revealed a lot about himself during this time of discipline. I'm sure He doesn't like to hear me whine just like it drives me crazy with Jonathan.
Ways to pray:
- MRI spot to end up being scar tissue or something like that
- Blood tests from gynecologist
- Andrew's healing process
Saturday, March 16, 2013
Friday, February 1, 2013
The Lord Heard My Cry
Yesterday, I was supposed to have a MRI. I had been praying all week and asking God to heal the cold I've had for 2 weeks. I didn't know how I'd make it through it without coughing and sneezing lots. Andrew was supposed to pick me up an hour before and his bus home was late. An hour late. With such a big delay, we called the nurse at the MRI office and asked her if she still wanted us to come in knowing we would be so late. She had us reschedule for next month. Now yesterday was quite eventful for me and Jonathan, at home.
For lunch, I planned on making pizzas from the freezer. I turned the oven on and after it was preheated, I put the pizzas in. About 5 minutes into cooking, the smoke detectors in the apartment started blaring. Jonathan came running from the living room, crying and just stood looking up at me with his arms up. I think he was scared and the alarm hurt his ears. I went around the kitchen opening as many windows as I could. After the alarm had been going for quite a while I tried to think of what else I needed to do to stop it before someone called the fire dept. thinking we weren't home. I went to the office and opened that big window and then came back in the living room to try to think and not panic. Jonathan was on my hip the whole time crying. I said out loud, "Jesus, help me!!" Next I remembered I had one more area I could open and headed straight for the door of the apartment. I opened the door and a minute later a big gust of wind came through and went in the house. Soon after, the alarms shut off! Jesus heard my prayers and sent me wind to quiet not just smoke detectors, but my crying toddler too!
I just had to share how God helped us out yesterday. He watches out for ALL of our needs. He hears every cry for help. His arm is not too short to bring assistance.
I pray you experience God's help in your life, when you need it. He is ever-present.
For lunch, I planned on making pizzas from the freezer. I turned the oven on and after it was preheated, I put the pizzas in. About 5 minutes into cooking, the smoke detectors in the apartment started blaring. Jonathan came running from the living room, crying and just stood looking up at me with his arms up. I think he was scared and the alarm hurt his ears. I went around the kitchen opening as many windows as I could. After the alarm had been going for quite a while I tried to think of what else I needed to do to stop it before someone called the fire dept. thinking we weren't home. I went to the office and opened that big window and then came back in the living room to try to think and not panic. Jonathan was on my hip the whole time crying. I said out loud, "Jesus, help me!!" Next I remembered I had one more area I could open and headed straight for the door of the apartment. I opened the door and a minute later a big gust of wind came through and went in the house. Soon after, the alarms shut off! Jesus heard my prayers and sent me wind to quiet not just smoke detectors, but my crying toddler too!
I just had to share how God helped us out yesterday. He watches out for ALL of our needs. He hears every cry for help. His arm is not too short to bring assistance.
I pray you experience God's help in your life, when you need it. He is ever-present.
Friday, January 11, 2013
One Step Closer
Yesterday I had my port removed. As many of you know, I was pretty nervous about this procedure because I knew pain would be involved. When my medi-port was put in around this time last year, I was sedated (so that means awake & fully aware of what was going on) and knew everything that was happening. The lidocaine injection hurt pretty bad. That was one of the biggest reasons for my anxiety upon going in to have my port removed. Well, let me tell you how God provided comfort and peace before the minor surgery.
Before I was taken back to the OR, I changed into the hospital gown and an IV was started. I was told at the time an IV was needed so I could have the sedation medicine. My nurses name was Aaron. He was retired Army and in his 40's. Before he started my IV, I asked him if he was good with needles. He told me he had a background with NICU and had dealt with small veins several times. I then told him I was a preemie and we chatted about that for a little bit. So ... attempt one ... he went straight through the vein. Attempt 2, he tried to "float" the needle in. After the second attempt, as politely as I could without punching him in the face, I asked for someone else to poke me. Someone that could actually do it right, ya know?! So another Army nurse came in and said he was as good as gold. I laughed and commented, "Yeah ... that's what he said (pointing to Aaron)." Jesus must be good at IV's too because I believe that's why it went in. To me, the IV would be the second worst part of the whole procedure. It proved to be true.
About an hour after all the needle pokes and misses I was taken back to the OR and prepped for surgery. The prep stuff only adds to the anxiety because you see, feel, and hear them getting everything ready. At this point, my Mom would probably say, "That's when you thank Jesus for all of your senses." Ha ... I'm very thankful for my senses, but in those moments it was pretty hard to thank the Lord for them. I asked one of the techs when they'd give me the sedation medicine and she looked at me puzzled and said, "What sedation medicine?" Oh my word!!! I was ready to jump of the table. I really didn't think I was able to get through the procedure without it. I was then asked if I had anything for breakfast. Well, the nurse that called me earlier in the week failed to tell me that since I was wanting sedation I shouldn't eat anything before surgery. I had a waffle for breakfast, thinking I needed to eat something to help my usual morning nausea. I guess that was a bad idea. The tech then told me that she couldn't give me sedation since I had something to eat. I was so aggravated and frustrated after hearing that. I was mad that an IV was even started for no reason. Especially with how hard it was to get a vein. (I later learned an IV is started regardless just in case it is needed during surgery for any emergency) So the Lord helped me with Ativan instead.
The procedure began with the painful lidocaine injection. When the port was placed, I cried when given the injection because it hurt so bad. This time all I could get out was, "Jesus help me" about four times. I think the nurse next to me thought I was crazy. After the lidocaine, the tugging and pulling began. In about 10 minutes I was being stitched up. So YAY GOD! He brought me through!
When I was back in my little curtained off room, in recovery, the Army nurse, Aaron came back in to check on me and see how everything went. He also apologized again for not getting my IV the first time. Before he left, I asked him if I could pray with him. (I like to pray with all my nurses and doctors) When I finished praying, Aaron kept holding my hand and started praying for me! I was so surprised. I think he was the first nurse that has ever prayed for me WITH me. It was such a blessing!
I woke up this morning thanking Jesus that the procedure was done and over with and for helping me through it. Now that the port is gone, I'm one step closer to complete healing. :)
Things to pray for:
- that the incision site of my port will not get infected and that it will heal perfectly fine
- Aaron the Army nurse - that God will bless him for taking a stand and praying with a patient
Before I was taken back to the OR, I changed into the hospital gown and an IV was started. I was told at the time an IV was needed so I could have the sedation medicine. My nurses name was Aaron. He was retired Army and in his 40's. Before he started my IV, I asked him if he was good with needles. He told me he had a background with NICU and had dealt with small veins several times. I then told him I was a preemie and we chatted about that for a little bit. So ... attempt one ... he went straight through the vein. Attempt 2, he tried to "float" the needle in. After the second attempt, as politely as I could without punching him in the face, I asked for someone else to poke me. Someone that could actually do it right, ya know?! So another Army nurse came in and said he was as good as gold. I laughed and commented, "Yeah ... that's what he said (pointing to Aaron)." Jesus must be good at IV's too because I believe that's why it went in. To me, the IV would be the second worst part of the whole procedure. It proved to be true.
About an hour after all the needle pokes and misses I was taken back to the OR and prepped for surgery. The prep stuff only adds to the anxiety because you see, feel, and hear them getting everything ready. At this point, my Mom would probably say, "That's when you thank Jesus for all of your senses." Ha ... I'm very thankful for my senses, but in those moments it was pretty hard to thank the Lord for them. I asked one of the techs when they'd give me the sedation medicine and she looked at me puzzled and said, "What sedation medicine?" Oh my word!!! I was ready to jump of the table. I really didn't think I was able to get through the procedure without it. I was then asked if I had anything for breakfast. Well, the nurse that called me earlier in the week failed to tell me that since I was wanting sedation I shouldn't eat anything before surgery. I had a waffle for breakfast, thinking I needed to eat something to help my usual morning nausea. I guess that was a bad idea. The tech then told me that she couldn't give me sedation since I had something to eat. I was so aggravated and frustrated after hearing that. I was mad that an IV was even started for no reason. Especially with how hard it was to get a vein. (I later learned an IV is started regardless just in case it is needed during surgery for any emergency) So the Lord helped me with Ativan instead.
The procedure began with the painful lidocaine injection. When the port was placed, I cried when given the injection because it hurt so bad. This time all I could get out was, "Jesus help me" about four times. I think the nurse next to me thought I was crazy. After the lidocaine, the tugging and pulling began. In about 10 minutes I was being stitched up. So YAY GOD! He brought me through!
When I was back in my little curtained off room, in recovery, the Army nurse, Aaron came back in to check on me and see how everything went. He also apologized again for not getting my IV the first time. Before he left, I asked him if I could pray with him. (I like to pray with all my nurses and doctors) When I finished praying, Aaron kept holding my hand and started praying for me! I was so surprised. I think he was the first nurse that has ever prayed for me WITH me. It was such a blessing!
I woke up this morning thanking Jesus that the procedure was done and over with and for helping me through it. Now that the port is gone, I'm one step closer to complete healing. :)
Things to pray for:
- that the incision site of my port will not get infected and that it will heal perfectly fine
- Aaron the Army nurse - that God will bless him for taking a stand and praying with a patient
Friday, January 4, 2013
Encouragement In A Time Of Need
As I was reading through Isaiah this morning God just spoke right to me, starting in verse 10. Here's what it said...
10 - See, the Sovereign Lord comes with power, and his arm rules for him. See, his reward is with him, and his recompense accompanies him.
11- He tends his flock like a shepherd: He gather the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart; he gently leads those that have young.
Now I'm not sure exactly what this is all about, but what I came away with was that Jesus holds me close to his heart and he helps me raise Jonathan.
This week started my days at home and alone with Jonathan. Andrew leaves around 7:30 and returns home from work around 6:00 each night, during the week. Last week, before Andrew started back to work, I was pretty discouraged about being by myself and taking care of Jonathan. He was waking up at 5:15 and 5:30 and I was so tired by 10:00. I was almost in tears a couple hours after breakfast because I knew I had until right after lunch before it was time for a nap. On mornings that Jonathan wakes up between 5:15 and 5:30, I get up looking forward to nap time. That sounds terrible, but it's true.
So this morning, when I was doing my devotion, I was encouraged by the passage I read. I know God helps me with everything; but when I ready that he gently lead those that have young, it was like a bite of a rice crispy treat. (I really like those, by the way.) I set out for the day with confidence that Jesus was going to help me get through each minute, hour, and day with watching Jonathan. I love my little boy so very much and enjoy watching him learn. He is such a blessing in my life.
Tomorrow's Saturday!! That means Andrew can get up with Jonathan in the morning and give me a little break.
Oh ... here's an update on my health stuff. Next week on Tuesday and Wednesday, I have appointments. For Tuesday, I'll be going to the dentist to have cavities filled. Not looking forward to the needle. On Wednesday, I will be having my port taken out. Please pray extra for this procedure. I will be awake. I remember having the port put in and I recall pain when they numbed me up. The doctor told me it would feel like a bee sting, but it felt like I had been put over a burner on a stove. I just laid there and cried. I couldn't squeeze the nurses hand or anything. BUT, Jesus brought me through it! He'll be with me and bring me through this, too. So please pray for courage as I go in for that. I'll give an update after everything is over.
Have a great week in Jesus!
10 - See, the Sovereign Lord comes with power, and his arm rules for him. See, his reward is with him, and his recompense accompanies him.
11- He tends his flock like a shepherd: He gather the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart; he gently leads those that have young.
Now I'm not sure exactly what this is all about, but what I came away with was that Jesus holds me close to his heart and he helps me raise Jonathan.
This week started my days at home and alone with Jonathan. Andrew leaves around 7:30 and returns home from work around 6:00 each night, during the week. Last week, before Andrew started back to work, I was pretty discouraged about being by myself and taking care of Jonathan. He was waking up at 5:15 and 5:30 and I was so tired by 10:00. I was almost in tears a couple hours after breakfast because I knew I had until right after lunch before it was time for a nap. On mornings that Jonathan wakes up between 5:15 and 5:30, I get up looking forward to nap time. That sounds terrible, but it's true.
So this morning, when I was doing my devotion, I was encouraged by the passage I read. I know God helps me with everything; but when I ready that he gently lead those that have young, it was like a bite of a rice crispy treat. (I really like those, by the way.) I set out for the day with confidence that Jesus was going to help me get through each minute, hour, and day with watching Jonathan. I love my little boy so very much and enjoy watching him learn. He is such a blessing in my life.
Tomorrow's Saturday!! That means Andrew can get up with Jonathan in the morning and give me a little break.
Oh ... here's an update on my health stuff. Next week on Tuesday and Wednesday, I have appointments. For Tuesday, I'll be going to the dentist to have cavities filled. Not looking forward to the needle. On Wednesday, I will be having my port taken out. Please pray extra for this procedure. I will be awake. I remember having the port put in and I recall pain when they numbed me up. The doctor told me it would feel like a bee sting, but it felt like I had been put over a burner on a stove. I just laid there and cried. I couldn't squeeze the nurses hand or anything. BUT, Jesus brought me through it! He'll be with me and bring me through this, too. So please pray for courage as I go in for that. I'll give an update after everything is over.
Have a great week in Jesus!
Monday, December 24, 2012
A Lesson From Jesus & Paul
Each morning, I try to have quiet time with a devotional and prayer. This time used to be before Jonathan woke up around 8:00. Now, the new rise and shine time is 6:30. Therefore, I stay in bed until I hear him. I'm not a fan of getting up at 5:30 unless I absolutely have to. So my quiet time for devotions and Bible reading has moved to breakfast with Jonathan.
Over the last year I've been doing my quiet times by going through books that Beth Moore wrote. Each has been a 90 study on a person from the Bible. I've done Jesus and David and right now I'm on Paul. I just love how God speaks to me precisely where I'm at in life. He offers encouragement, peace, instruction, and so much more!
This morning, the passage in Acts was about when Paul was being transferred Caesarea. In other words, from one place to another. Throughout the passage, you can read how there were prayers offered up on behalf of Paul while he was traveling and to be bold in Jesus in the next place in sharing God's love with others.
We should never underestimate the effects of our prayers for others. A dear friend of mine reminded me last year that each prayer releases the power of God. You guys have seen God's power this last year, right? I certainly have! I know that God can deliver anyone from anything at any time. He doesn't need any help. Yet He invites us to be part of His great work through prayer. If we don't intercede for one another, we miss opportunities to see His deliverance and thank Him for His faithfulness. (this was all so skillfully written by Beth Moore ... definitely not me!) God is faithful!
I just had to share what God showed me this morning. It was too good to keep to myself. I pray you are able to enjoy the blessing of a growing relationship with Jesus.
I hope everyone has a very Merry Christmas with family and friends. Have a great time celebrating the reason for the season ... Jesus!
Over the last year I've been doing my quiet times by going through books that Beth Moore wrote. Each has been a 90 study on a person from the Bible. I've done Jesus and David and right now I'm on Paul. I just love how God speaks to me precisely where I'm at in life. He offers encouragement, peace, instruction, and so much more!
This morning, the passage in Acts was about when Paul was being transferred Caesarea. In other words, from one place to another. Throughout the passage, you can read how there were prayers offered up on behalf of Paul while he was traveling and to be bold in Jesus in the next place in sharing God's love with others.
We should never underestimate the effects of our prayers for others. A dear friend of mine reminded me last year that each prayer releases the power of God. You guys have seen God's power this last year, right? I certainly have! I know that God can deliver anyone from anything at any time. He doesn't need any help. Yet He invites us to be part of His great work through prayer. If we don't intercede for one another, we miss opportunities to see His deliverance and thank Him for His faithfulness. (this was all so skillfully written by Beth Moore ... definitely not me!) God is faithful!
I just had to share what God showed me this morning. It was too good to keep to myself. I pray you are able to enjoy the blessing of a growing relationship with Jesus.
I hope everyone has a very Merry Christmas with family and friends. Have a great time celebrating the reason for the season ... Jesus!
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
MRI results
Last Friday I had an MRI done. I always go in prepared to be in the machine for around 2 hours, wear my earplugs, take my Ativan, calm myself for the needle poke for the contrast, and also to freeze my tail off. I drank a ton of water that morning so my veins would be plump for the contrast injection. I'm always paranoid about it. Needless to say, I had to go to the bathroom quite a bit.
I arrived on time and pretty much went in. After I changed into my gown and was laying on the cold and hard table, I asked for a blanket. Guess what?! This time, they gave me one; and it was heated! Miracle #1. I know that may seem dumb, but the 1st MRI I had at this hospital, I remember shaking uncontrollably because I was so cold. By the time I was given the blanket, I realized I should have worn warmer socks. I made a mental note for the next MRI in 2 months. The imaging started and I was quickly reminded of how loud it is to get an MRI. I wanted to cry. Even though I had earplugs in, it still felt like I was hearing a jackhammer right next to me. About 20 minutes into the scan I opened my eyes for a split second and saw how enclosed I was. Big mistake! I had a mini panic attack. All I remember is wanting to squeeze the ball they give you to alert them if you're having a problem and telling them I'd have to do this on another day and then praying. I wanted to cry but didn't want my nose to stop up so I couldn't breathe. Finally, after what felt like hours, I was rolled out of the machine and then contrast put in. I told the tech. doing it that he only had one chance to get the needle in. If he couldn't, then get someone who is good with needles and small veins. Then I prayed again. He was good with needles and got it in on the first try. After finishing with that, I told him thank you and that he did a good job. I also let him know that I had been praying for him the whole time he was poking me. He laughed and said, "Me too!" Oh and he let me use the restroom. It was a much needed break not only because I drank a ton that morning, but also because I was out of the machine for 5 minutes. Another miracle.
We finished the MRI and then I cried. I was just so overwhelmed. Then it hit me. I had forgotten to take my Ativan that morning! No wonder I was freaking out inside the machine! I WON'T forget that next time, for sure. So, I'm glad the MRI for these 2 months is over and I don't have another one for another 2 months. I'm looking forward to the day when the dr starts spacing them out even more.
My results came out clear, praise the Lord. Another miracle! My oncologist was very happy with my current progress. He took me off a couple more meds and said that should help with my nausea.
This Friday, I have another important dr. visit with the gynecologist. I'll find out answers to questions like if I can get pregnant again and other girly stuff.
Here's how to pray:
- Gynecology appt. on Friday at 1:45 - pray that I remember all of the questions I'd like answered.
- My health - I have a bad cold. Please pray it doesn't turn into bronchitis.
I arrived on time and pretty much went in. After I changed into my gown and was laying on the cold and hard table, I asked for a blanket. Guess what?! This time, they gave me one; and it was heated! Miracle #1. I know that may seem dumb, but the 1st MRI I had at this hospital, I remember shaking uncontrollably because I was so cold. By the time I was given the blanket, I realized I should have worn warmer socks. I made a mental note for the next MRI in 2 months. The imaging started and I was quickly reminded of how loud it is to get an MRI. I wanted to cry. Even though I had earplugs in, it still felt like I was hearing a jackhammer right next to me. About 20 minutes into the scan I opened my eyes for a split second and saw how enclosed I was. Big mistake! I had a mini panic attack. All I remember is wanting to squeeze the ball they give you to alert them if you're having a problem and telling them I'd have to do this on another day and then praying. I wanted to cry but didn't want my nose to stop up so I couldn't breathe. Finally, after what felt like hours, I was rolled out of the machine and then contrast put in. I told the tech. doing it that he only had one chance to get the needle in. If he couldn't, then get someone who is good with needles and small veins. Then I prayed again. He was good with needles and got it in on the first try. After finishing with that, I told him thank you and that he did a good job. I also let him know that I had been praying for him the whole time he was poking me. He laughed and said, "Me too!" Oh and he let me use the restroom. It was a much needed break not only because I drank a ton that morning, but also because I was out of the machine for 5 minutes. Another miracle.
We finished the MRI and then I cried. I was just so overwhelmed. Then it hit me. I had forgotten to take my Ativan that morning! No wonder I was freaking out inside the machine! I WON'T forget that next time, for sure. So, I'm glad the MRI for these 2 months is over and I don't have another one for another 2 months. I'm looking forward to the day when the dr starts spacing them out even more.
My results came out clear, praise the Lord. Another miracle! My oncologist was very happy with my current progress. He took me off a couple more meds and said that should help with my nausea.
This Friday, I have another important dr. visit with the gynecologist. I'll find out answers to questions like if I can get pregnant again and other girly stuff.
Here's how to pray:
- Gynecology appt. on Friday at 1:45 - pray that I remember all of the questions I'd like answered.
- My health - I have a bad cold. Please pray it doesn't turn into bronchitis.
Monday, December 3, 2012
Home Sweet Home
Well, we've been home for a little over a week now and it's nice to be back. We (me, Andrew & Jonathan) had a wonderful time during our visit to AZ. We stayed with Philip & Angela & Jonathan tried learning how to share toys with Parker. We need a little more practice. He wasn't very nice about it. Another exciting event while in AZ, besides Thanksgiving was how I was able to be a part of one of my previous student's baptism. In his testimony video, Aidan shared how he wanted Miss Lindsey to baptize him, but knew that it would require me to fly all the way out there and that it most likely wouldn't happen. Well, we surprised him and we had the joy together to take that next step in his walk with Jesus. I love seeing kids grow in Jesus!! We were able to visit with lots of friends that feel like family. We also were able to say goodbye this time. It's been almost a year since I up & left & was diagnosed with brain cancer. I'm so thankful that my family was able to make the trip.
The Thursday after we returned I met with my speech therapist at home. She has told me, pretty much from the beginning, how she didn't think I needed her. She thought my memory was fine. Anyway, Thursday was my last visit with her at my house. She was going to refer me to an out patient clinic to continue working, but said I didn't need it. As long as I use my strategies, such as writing things down, making lists, etc. I was able to invite my speech therapist to church. So yay God! No more speech therapy & and invite too!
The next day, Friday, I had an MRI. It was very hard for me this time. I opened my eyes for a split second and saw how enclosed I was and had a mini panic attack. I just prayed my way through it. I don't know how many times I prayed "Jesus help me." Sometimes I cried it. I knew I could get through it, because God had brought me through them before. It was just a very challenging test this time. Since I have MRI's every 2 months now, I'll have to remember to take my Ativan so I'll be calm and hopefully fall asleep. I'm not sure how long the results take. This MRI will also reveal what the bump on my head is.
This past weekend we went to Walmart (a 30 minute drive for us) and Lowe's to buy our Christmas tree. We found our favorite frozen Chinese food & birthday supplies for Jonathan's upcoming special day & finally, we found our pretty tree.
On Sunday, there was a surprise at church. The Watoto Children's Choir from Africa was there! I love watching and hearing African children praise the Lord. They have so much passion! If you get a chance, go to youtube.com & type in "Watoto Children's Choir Not Forgotten" you will be blessed for sure. I told Andrew that Heaven had to be like hearing those kids sing. It was too much fun!
Coming this week I have an appointment with my oncologist. I have no idea what this visit is for. Probably just to check in & go over the MRI results.
Ways to pray ...
- results of MRI to be clear
- my witness to Sabrina (speech therapist) & that she experienced Jesus when she was with me
- bump on my head to be nothing serious
The Thursday after we returned I met with my speech therapist at home. She has told me, pretty much from the beginning, how she didn't think I needed her. She thought my memory was fine. Anyway, Thursday was my last visit with her at my house. She was going to refer me to an out patient clinic to continue working, but said I didn't need it. As long as I use my strategies, such as writing things down, making lists, etc. I was able to invite my speech therapist to church. So yay God! No more speech therapy & and invite too!
The next day, Friday, I had an MRI. It was very hard for me this time. I opened my eyes for a split second and saw how enclosed I was and had a mini panic attack. I just prayed my way through it. I don't know how many times I prayed "Jesus help me." Sometimes I cried it. I knew I could get through it, because God had brought me through them before. It was just a very challenging test this time. Since I have MRI's every 2 months now, I'll have to remember to take my Ativan so I'll be calm and hopefully fall asleep. I'm not sure how long the results take. This MRI will also reveal what the bump on my head is.
This past weekend we went to Walmart (a 30 minute drive for us) and Lowe's to buy our Christmas tree. We found our favorite frozen Chinese food & birthday supplies for Jonathan's upcoming special day & finally, we found our pretty tree.
On Sunday, there was a surprise at church. The Watoto Children's Choir from Africa was there! I love watching and hearing African children praise the Lord. They have so much passion! If you get a chance, go to youtube.com & type in "Watoto Children's Choir Not Forgotten" you will be blessed for sure. I told Andrew that Heaven had to be like hearing those kids sing. It was too much fun!
Coming this week I have an appointment with my oncologist. I have no idea what this visit is for. Probably just to check in & go over the MRI results.
Ways to pray ...
- results of MRI to be clear
- my witness to Sabrina (speech therapist) & that she experienced Jesus when she was with me
- bump on my head to be nothing serious
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