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Chemo for Christmas
How hope fills me though I may spend the holidays in pain
I painted the above several years ago, before metastatic cancer reared its ugly head. Since then, for a time my hands weren’t working. Now I can at least type but painting is still beyond me, at least the way I used to be able to do it. I can no longer manage the detail work.
So, like the bunny I painted once upon a time, I feel frozen where I am.
However, if I had one wish for Santa this year — it would not involve my being able to paint, except as it shows I am healthy again.
What do I wish for Christmas?
I wish my cancer was gone. I wish my body was healed. I wish I could take my dog for walks so that he could live with me again. I wish I could drive. And I wish I could live without pain.
Now, I am a believer in Christ, even though I have not been able to go to church in far too long due to health issues. I realize for many people this would not be a big deal but I enjoy my church. People genuinely care for each other, as I’ve discovered during my battle with cancer.
Whether I needed a ride or a meal, or just someone to visit with me, there were people willing to help.
