Not to mention 3 MRIs, 3 ultrasounds, 1 bone density screening, 2 blood transfusions, 2 echos, hospitalization due to multiple blood clots, followup appointments and just to throw into the mix, a neurologist specialist.
At 8:00am, I was scheduled for my port removal. The doctor was the same one that had put the port in my arm last January 5. I had an added bonus of dissolvable stitches, so I won't have to go back and have them pulled and cut out. The doctor asked if I felt a sharp pain and I said yes ... so she gave a little bit more numbing on the area. The only other person in the room was a nurse. The doctor held a conversation with me as she worked and had several questions. It was a good distraction.
"How did your life change after going through cancer treatment?" she asked.
I have been asked that before. "I have grown closer to God."
She nodded. "I have heard that before many times from patients."
I explained that my faith has always been strong, but now I got to experience "the peace that passes all understanding" as in
New King James Version (NKJV)
7 and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
Gentle, deep peace wraps around my whole being and removes any anxiety and worry I held on to all my life. This peace cannot be explained by mere words, it can only be experienced.
Once the port was finally removed, doc stitched me up with dissolvable stitches. So glad I don't have to go back to get them removed. No bruising yet. Do you remember the last bruise when it was put in? Oh, yeah, and the "multiple" blood clots it created.
After the procedure, I went back to the lobby waiting room. This is also the day my mom is getting her kidney biopsied. I waited for my brother in law to bring her. The place was getting busy since my early morning appointment. Filling up with patients, wheelchairs, canes....
This broken world filled with broken bodies.
How many with broken spirits?