Well, Monday was chemo day, and all in all it was pretty interesting. The lady that I talked about in my last blog was there again. She's on chemo too. She sat in another room with her husband and her beautiful little daughter. I say again that little girl is the most well behaved child I think I've ever seen. Chemo normally takes five hours, that little girl played quietly for five straight hours. That's just amazing to me.
The lady that sat across from me yesterday was an very sweet person. This is her sixth time with cancer. It seems that each time cancer reoccurs it's worse than the time before. What started out as endometrial cancer has now progressed to lung and breast cancer. Like me, she is a true believer that Jesus Christ is by her side. We don't know why God allows certain things upon us. But we do know,

Roman 8:28
And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.

Yes, I do believe and know, that something good will come from her cancer and mine too. For one thing, no matter how close we think we have a relationship with the Lord, things like cancer and wondering about our mortality will bring us even closer. Having a relationship with Jesus Christ is the most important relationship anyone could have. It seems to me every time I need Him, He's right there. He leaves me with my heart and soul filled with joy. And he gives each of us the understanding that no matter when our earthly life ends, life goes on. It's not the end of our life but rather the beginning of our eternal life with Him in glory.
That's one thing we all need to think about. We will all have to leave these earthly bodies. Whether it's when Jesus comes in the clouds, or we die first. Death will come to these earthly bodies. But death will not come to the soul. Each of us will have eternal life some where!
Where will your eternal life be? I sincerely hope and pray that I will see each one of you in heaven on that glad reunion day.
Until next time, God bless and God save.

She must've been the most well behaved little three-year-old child I've ever seen. The little dark-haired and dark eyed three-year-old, sat on the floor between her mother and father, on a sheet that the nurse had placed there for her. She sat there not one hour, not two hours, but three long hours. Playing ever so quietly with a worn-out stuff toy and some kind of plastic toy. A doctor came in and tried to explain to the young couple that the mother was a very ill person. I heard the Dr. say Mr. Gonzales your wife is very sick, and will be admitted to a room in the hospital shortly. I heard the word leukemia when the doctor spoke it. But no expression on the young couple faces, gave clue that they understood what was being said. And yet, the little three-year-old sat playing ever so quietly, unaware of the tragic circumstances unfolding . The doctor understood that the young couple could not make sense of what was being said, so she called for an interpreter to come in and speak to them. As the interpreter raddled words that were unfamiliar to me. I watched as the young couples faces slowly went from wonderment, to the dreadful understanding of what was wrong with the young wife and mother. And yet the three-year-old played quietly. After the interpreter left, the couple sat speaking quietly to each other. At one moment the father looked down at his little girl, so gently stroking her hair. It's as though he and I were having the same thoughts. Will the mother be around to see the little girl grow up. Would she be there to help the daughter get dressed for her prom, see her get married, or see her grandchildren. The young father tried hard to hold back the tears that were whipping up in his eyes. And just as quickly as that moment happened, they brought a wheelchair in for the his wife, to take her to her room in the hospital.
I have prayed many times for that young couple. For that little family. I don't know them and I know you don't either. But I'm asking you to say a prayer for them. For even if we don't know them, God doesuntil next time God bless, and God save.

Willard and I both have been volunteering at the nursing home for many years now. We have sang, had a daily Bible study group and have given Sunday school lessons. As we did this, we never expected any rewards, any pats on the back, etc.. We did it because we love the Lord, and we grew to love the people, both residents and staff of Golden Years.
Willard and I both were blessed just by having the privilege to know these gentle, loving people. We never thought that we would be blessed in any other way other than that. But blessings seem to be pouring on us lately. First, my sister Jean finding out that I was unable to get my medicine due to lack of money, gave me $50 in which to buy it with. Then we were blessed by Weldon and Kay Glover, with $200, which they gave us to help pay for gas to and from Chapel Hill, plus pay some on our Dr. bills. Sylvia and Diane, employees of Thomas drug gave us a $100 gift card for IGA grocery store. And then today. Willard went to Thomas drugstore to pick up my medicine. When he went to pay for the medicine, he was told that a good Samaritan had given them $500, and told them to choose someone that they knew needed it, to help pay for medicines. They chose Willard and I to give it to. Willard was in tears as he told me the news. He and I both cried tears of joy over this wonderful gift.
I don't know who you are, but if you should somehow read this blog, I'd like to thank you from the very bottom of my heart. May God bless you as tremendously as you have blessed us.
They say you can't see angels, but let me tell you, they're all around us.
I thank God, who knows our every need, for putting this on your heart.
I am just so overwhelmed by your generosity. Again God bless you.
Until next time, God bless and God save.