As I write this, I’m sitting up here in Chapel Hill getting my treatment. The nurse “”Judy”” has already started the IV in my port, and has got the medicine for nausea running. Willard is sitting in a chair right beside me and is watching a hunting program on TV. He‘s settled in for the long day ahead. There are patients entering about every fifteen minutes.
I’m at home as I write the rest of this. After Judy gave me the benedril, I wasn’t much good for anything
A short while after I put my PG up came a woman in her late twenties or early thirties. The woman was so very thin. I could see every bone as it moved with what little muscle and skin she had left on her body. I saw as her nurse talked to her about her blood test. How there was no way they could do any treatment today. I watched as tears ran down this woman’s face, as she explained, if she missed any more treatments her tumors would not get any smaller. Her nurse told her she’d go talk to her doctor. When the nurse left I struck up a conversation with her and, Of course I brought Jesus up. To my delight I found out that she was a Christian and had much faith in the will of God. She told me her story a very sad one indeed. Her name is Kathy, she has a son sixteen and a daughter seventeen . Then she said “”I had a husband, but he couldn't’t take living with the every day reminder of cancer, so he left.””. She explain the he had moved on with his life and was engaged to be married. He came in the room with the two children for a few minutes. This left. Her sitting there all alone, with no one beside her broke my heart. Everyone else had someone sitting beside them, she was the only one which sat all alone.
As I listened to her tell her story, my heart broke for her. She really doesn’t have a good percent rate of being cured. But she sat there living her faith, convinced that God will cure her. I pray with all my heart that He will make her completely whole once more. After a while her nurse came in with two units of blood. She started Kathy’s IV’s and explained to her once more, that there would be no treatment today.
It’s hard to sit and watch that kind of disappointment as it writes it’s self all over someone’s face. After that she ask to be moved to a more private place. I can’t be sure, but I think she didn’t want anyone to see her cry.
Now I ask each of you this favor. Say a prayer for Kathy right now. You and I may not know her, But God does. And He will hear your prayers and ours. So please!
Until next time God bless and God save.