Sunday, January 11, 2009

Sunday - Day of Rest

Well the weekend has had it's up and downs. Mike has not felt good all week and is still throwing up that nasty brown stuff. In fact he said he feels worst today. We are scheduled to go in tomorrow at 8 am to see the doctor and then head to Chemo. I don't see how we can do it. I mean Mike has not really eaten all week. I expected the first few days to be bad, I just thought we would get good days too. You know, where he could build up his strength. Please pray for this decision. I think we should wait another week.

Elizabeth had her first basketball game this week. My cousin, Craig, is the coach. She is on the team with her cousins - Madissen and Alex. They lost in over time by one point (final score with 8 to 7) but it was the funnest thing to watch ever! Mike made it through about 1 quarter and then went to the car to sleep. Elizabeth scored one point and jumped up and down. I love my child!

Other than that, we spent the weekend at home. Just the family. We were blessed by a prayer team that stopped by to lay hands on us and pray. I was extremely touched how they prayed for me. They just seemed to know all my worries and fears. I need to take one day at a time. My question for anyone out there who has been through something like this, "Will things ever be normal again? Will the stresses worries and burdens go away eventually?" I feel like I can't give anything 100 percent anymore. I used to be a better mother, better wife, better partner, better manager... I feel like I am just barely making it through each day. I am just beat by the end of it too. I will tell you this. There is a church here that has a cancer support group called the "Unexpected Journey" and I am joining it.

I do have one thing that I am looking forward to tomorrow. I was invited to play pekeno (I don't know how to spell it) across the street tomorrow night. I am so excited that it brings we to tears. I just pray that everything goes well tomorrow day so that I can be there.

Prayer Requests:
Mike to eat and drink more
Mike to gain strength and weight
Absolute Godly Wisdom in treatments. That God will make the call on Chemo tomorrow
Strength for me and organization skills and time (and energy) to accomplish all the tasks that need to be done - taxes, house, business, retirement
Financial Wisdom and providence
Our House in FL to sell

Praises:
Mike is still here and fighting
Brother who lets us invade his house to watch football
Christian Brothers and sisters who know when to pray and when to send notes of encouragement
Church- to go and worship
Friends
10 year olds playing basketball for the love of the game!

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Deanna,
You've been in our prayers all weekend! My heart has been so heavy for you knowing what a bad week Mike had, and the loss of your dear friend Bill. I am deeply sorry. I do know the Lord will get you through each day, and you will continue to be blessed by a basketball game, a walk to the park, etc. You constantly remind me on how not take anything for granted and to enjoy the "smallest" blessings in life. Thank you for sharing your heart with us. Love and prayers...Roxanne and family
P.S. I like the purple! :)

Anonymous said...

Yes, Heidi and I noticed the purple right away! God will definitely guide the docs decision tomorrow whether Mike should have the chemo. Our pastor reminded us today that "right now God is praying for our each and every need". Love, Gini

Anonymous said...

Warning (a poem by Jenny Joseph)


When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.