Phoebe is doing very well, all things considered. She is tolerating the radiation treatments well, although the side effects will primarily begin to show up in a week or two from now. She should also be feeling some relief from the tumor pressure and that should continue to improve over the next 2-3 weeks.
The radiation waiting room is a special place. A sea of broken people; adults of all ages, children, brain cancer, breast cancer, pancreatic cancer. We exchange knowing glances, we learn each others names, we smile. There is solidarity here and I find myself thankful that I can never un-know that such suffering, such valor, exists. It makes me a better person. It keeps insignificance in it’s place.
We have been enjoying staying with my Grandmother and Phoebe is keeping a captive audience with the sweet people in the senior living community where she lives. She never misses an opportunity to spread her joy around or tell an unsuspecting stranger that her daddy snores. Silly girl. It’s hard to fathom a world without her and I try not to.
The boys are having some much needed time at my parents’ house and getting spoiled before school starts for them this next week. We have home educated from the beginning and will continue on this year. I don’t want my boys to miss a moment with Phoebe, and if we are behind come the end of the year, so be it. I know God has provision for us in this season and it will come together.
We are all looking forward to closing the books on this week. Radiation at 6am for 2 weeks is for the birds. It will be nice to get back home and have a more relaxed schedule. We are holding up well, by the grace of God, though sometimes a flash of pain so intense comes over me I can hardly breathe. It’s usually in those moments that I have jumped ahead of God and imagined a life without that sufficient grace. If I stay in the moment, I do well.
Your prayers, encouragement, stories, good works and empathies are a lifeline for us,