You can imagine the trepidation that my husband and I felt when we walked into the hospital for my first chemo treatment. Although the waiting room was beautiful, everything was a mystery. Do we take a number? Do we register? Do I have a cold?
The night before, my family and I had sat down for what I felt was about to be the last supper. My anxiety was through the roof. I had actually felt my heart racing as I stared at the steroids I was to take to begin the journey. These steroids were the threshold of a new world.
“Some ha’ meat and canny eat, and some ha’ meat but want it. But we ha’ meat and we can eat, so let the Lord be thanket. Amen”. This grace, my Dad always spoke at family gatherings, enveloped my spirits. I was reminded, once again, to count my…
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