Had an appointment with Dr Foncesca. My cancer doctor. We were supposed to discuss the pain in my hip and what my options were. Turns out, I have no options but to make myself as comfortable as I can. Pain killers. Don’t think so. He was going over my blood work and agreed that it was good.
Unexpectedly, he told me that he was doing the third treatment and wheeled me back for intervenors. Was not liking this at all. Stephen was not aware of any of this. He was not allowed back there with me. I felt so scared and alone. I couldn’t stop crying. I needed my husband.
Without any discussion, he just wheeled me back there and told me I would be about an hour. My heart pounding with uncertainty, I called Stephen because he was still in the waiting room. I yelled at the nurse to please please let my husband know what you’re doing. Almost at the point of hyperventilating , I had to calm down. Prayed for complete trust. Called my daughter and she prayed with me.
My evening went fairly well. I slept ok and I woke to my daily devotional which was ….”SOMETIMES THERES NOTHING LEFT BUT TO ADMIT OUR INCOMPETENCE AND FIND HOPE IN THE COMPETENT ONE.”
Hey Judy, it’s Deana. It has been so long that we have spoken but you are never far from my thoughts and prayers. I hope you enjoyed the special care package that Robert dropped off last week. Stay STRONG, always! Love Robert and Deana P.S. I do not have any social media outlets but received Gail’s email in which she shared this link.
Judy,
You are having such a hard time right now and need all the fervent prayers for strength, courage, and stamina that are being offered for you, including mine. Keep on being brave and having faith. That’s good stuff, that Faith; it can work wonders. May God bless you.