'Twas the night before chemo and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse. The meds were all given and provided with care, in hopes that the side effects would not be there.
The children were still not quite ready for bed, exhausted from homework swimming round in their heads . And Momma in her cap to keep her head warm, had just got to bed after setting her alarm...
When suddenly in the closet there arose such a clatter, I dragged my butt out of bed to see what was the matter. Away to the bathroom I stumbled about, tripped over the dog and the shoe and stuffed trout. The nightlight was on but not giving much light, as I looked around to see what was not right. And what to my bleary eyes should appear, but a pile of of drugs falling quite near.
Ondansetron, Protonix, Lidocane Cream; Phenotil, Lorazapam coming down in a stream. There was Zolpidem, Claritin and Celebrex too, Diazapam, Decadron — a drug dealer's dream. Finally Vicodin, Paxil and Senokote S, look out here comes more of her pain tablets!
And then in a twinkling I heard in the hall, my daughter asking softly, "Dad, did you fall?" As I poked out my head and was turning around, I tripped on the bottles and fell to the ground. I was in my pajamas all bruised and upset, and I tried to get up and get back to my rest. A bundle of drugs lay strewn on the floor and I looked like a convict caught robbing the store.
My eyes how they sagged, my knee green and blue; my stomach in knots trying not to look at the clock. For I knew that tomorrow would be a long day, back to bed I tried hard to make my way.
I started to grind what was left of my teeth, when I thought of tomorrow and what Julie must meet. I gazed at her sleeping and smiled so bright; how beautiful she looked before her next fight.
She was peaceful and calm, knowing God is in charge, and I laughed when I thought of Him who's so large. A Word from His book and a meal from a friend, gives us hope and encouragement right to the end.
I spoke not a word, but went straight back to bed, and I prayed and thanked Him for keeping us fed. For His grace and his mercy and joy in the midst, of a challenging time where we do clench our fists.
Tho' tomorrow be hard, we do not live in fear, and we're grateful for each day that we have on this sphere. We know not our last day, but there's joy on the way....We live in the promise of his victory today.
When suddenly in the closet there arose such a clatter, I dragged my butt out of bed to see what was the matter. Away to the bathroom I stumbled about, tripped over the dog and the shoe and stuffed trout. The nightlight was on but not giving much light, as I looked around to see what was not right. And what to my bleary eyes should appear, but a pile of of drugs falling quite near.
Ondansetron, Protonix, Lidocane Cream; Phenotil, Lorazapam coming down in a stream. There was Zolpidem, Claritin and Celebrex too, Diazapam, Decadron — a drug dealer's dream. Finally Vicodin, Paxil and Senokote S, look out here comes more of her pain tablets!
And then in a twinkling I heard in the hall, my daughter asking softly, "Dad, did you fall?" As I poked out my head and was turning around, I tripped on the bottles and fell to the ground. I was in my pajamas all bruised and upset, and I tried to get up and get back to my rest. A bundle of drugs lay strewn on the floor and I looked like a convict caught robbing the store.
My eyes how they sagged, my knee green and blue; my stomach in knots trying not to look at the clock. For I knew that tomorrow would be a long day, back to bed I tried hard to make my way.
I started to grind what was left of my teeth, when I thought of tomorrow and what Julie must meet. I gazed at her sleeping and smiled so bright; how beautiful she looked before her next fight.
She was peaceful and calm, knowing God is in charge, and I laughed when I thought of Him who's so large. A Word from His book and a meal from a friend, gives us hope and encouragement right to the end.
I spoke not a word, but went straight back to bed, and I prayed and thanked Him for keeping us fed. For His grace and his mercy and joy in the midst, of a challenging time where we do clench our fists.
Tho' tomorrow be hard, we do not live in fear, and we're grateful for each day that we have on this sphere. We know not our last day, but there's joy on the way....We live in the promise of his victory today.
I find such joy in reading both your blogs! How great is our God that there can be such LIFE in the midst of this extended trial! Thank you for walking so faithfully...you shine! We are praying ~ Chantal
ReplyDeleteWell...that about sums it up. What a wonderful post...thanks for the laughs...and for your honesty about how tough this journey is.
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