Better Day Comin’
It’s funny how much I look forward to the time between chemotherapy treatments when I’m feeling good again. Now that treatments are at three week intervals I’ll have more time of being nausea-free, of being able to eat ice cream and drink cold drinks, and of not having to battle depression.
(I never realized how much I enjoy drinking a can of COLD soda. Simple pleasures, you know?)
I know my family is happy for the time too. This whole thing hasn’t been easy on them either. It’s no fun when Daddy is quiet and moody. Regardless, they’ve all been very patient with me and a great support.
This time of reprieve, though, this time of escape from the ill effects of chemo reminds me of another time I’m looking forward to: getting my glorified body.
I was talking to a man Saturday and we got on the topic of my cancer. He assured me he’d be praying for healing and then reminded me that sooner or later I’d be healed. I wouldn’t have cancer in heaven. Amen.
There’s a day coming that makes this week and a half of “feeling good” pale in comparison to how I’ll feel in glory.
It’s hard to keep it in mind, to keep my eyes on the future when there’s so much going on in the present, but there’s a better day comin’ and this ‘ole body is only temporary. Thank God for that.