Quicherbellyachin'

I think every person on the block has asked about my bathroom habits in the last two weeks. I was taught better than to ask such personal questions, but evidently in the hospital world, the answers are important. So I am now a more humble person, and now just anticipate the question and spout out any information that I might have to the person that walks through the door. Someone may have to re-introduce me to normal society after this is all over so I don't stop passers-by at HEB to let them know of my latest news.

My buddy, the IV pole, has been sitting idly making puppy-dog eyes at me while I've had a break from the week-long chemo. We will probably have a reunion tomorrow because I'll need some platelets and blood, most likely. I actually feel decent-until I stand up and my knees are Jello. I've been trying to have some activity each day. Cade asks me, "Mom, did you get to ride your bike today?" He knows that the patients have a stationary bike in an isolated "family" room. Like a bike that doesn't move in a room with no people could be exciting! (And yes, I am thankful for it, so quit putting a silver lining on that bike.) I dutifully report back that I got some exercise in, and he smiles.

The kiddos are much tougher than I imagined. God is really holding them close. They have had some good questions for Van that we all struggle with at times about God's sovereignty and hardship. Although I don't like our situation one bit, I'm glad that they feel safe and are asking the tough questions early on. They've had their own sicknesses this week, and I'm so thankful for people surrounding us with care. Van had his own bout with sickness, but he was able to man up after he was done with it and head to Dallas tonight. Taking care of the kiddos in the car was a bit more than he could handle this time, so they'll be in Waco this weekend.

Keep praying. This is managable so far.