Aedan turned two yesterday. And I finally began my next pass of chemotherapy. We had a party on Sunday with balloons, candles, cake and all. There’s been much to enjoy in life as of late. Much to be thankful for.
The chemo is slowing me down a little. I can feel it while I write. Can’t think as clearly or as creatively. Or as quick. That first paragraph went through three revisions in about fifteen minutes to end up being what it is – brief and a bit boring. Much like the kind of conversation one might get out of me while I’m on this medicine – not nearly as much fun as me in the hospital on morphine. You should hear me talk then.
We’re hopeful these days, too. I take 12 pills every Monday for the next month, then spend the rest of each week giving my body what it needs to get rid of the poison. Good food. Good rest. A lot of water. That’s the plan, anyway. We’ve spent much time praying that God would fortify my body against the nasty effects of this medicine (nausea, loss of appetite, lack of sleep, etc…), and we believe He has done that.
Baby number two is expected to arrive soon. We’re also praying that the day God’s ordained for this new voice to make itself heard would be a day its daddy is feeling well. Jen is doing great and feeling altogether much too comfortable for being this close to labor (her midwife said last week, “within a week or two…”). We’re thankful for that, too.
So, while I wish I had something more exciting to write, I’m at the same time quite thankful I don’t. Life is fairly good right now. God has shown mercy in more ways than the Cross, though without the Cross those other ways wouldn’t mean so much. But within the context of Christ’s forgiveness, being now reconciled to God, these days of wellness and rest are sweet kisses of Grace. We are grateful to be recipients of His love in this way, and thank each of you for praying on our behalf.
May your Thanksgiving be as deeply felt as ours.
Simply grateful,
Jeremy
Jeremy Erickson 