No wig needed. Peach fuzz is fine! (read the poem!)

 

My husband just wears a cap or hat, especially when out-and-about. Now, he DOES have some hair growing back, but it's so short and downy that one can only see it up close! He got over the shock of losing his hair. It didn't start to fall out until a couple of weeks after his treatments began, and it wasn't noticeable for a while, so we wondered if he would be one of the lucky few who get to forgo the pleasure of losing their locks!  (No such luck...)

He DOES still have his eyebrows, though, and a few whiskers in his beard.                                                                                                                                   That has to count for something!                                                                                                   ************

Germán is undergoing his fifth chemotherapy treatment  (the next-to-last) as I write. Besides the boredom of sitting there all day, his main complaint is that the chairs are pretty hard.  I think there is one that is comfortable, but someone always beats him to it!  The days right after each chemo are difficult, and he bounces back a little more slowly each time, but he is still doing comparatively well, considering all the horrors some peolple go through!   We are very grateful that it has not become unbearable...so far.  (But he IS just sick and tired of it!)

I'd like to share a little poem with you.

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Can I Dance?

I had said, "I'll rejoice through whatever they find."                                                        What they found was unwanted, untimely, unkind.

Though a quiver of questions spilled out in my head,                                                        I struggled to keep to the words I had said.                                                                             

Sometimes all we can see is what stands in the way.                                                        We may trust, but we can't always think past today.

So... I watch...and God's Mercy runs toward me and vaults                                                over all of the obstacles, doubts, fears and faults;

His Grace wraps around me, assures me "He sees!";                                                      holds me warm through my weakness, my waiting, my needs;

His Love takes my hand, leads me gently, then halts                                                          on the dancefloor of Life, where we wait for the Waltz.

Can I dance when I don't know the end of the plot?                                                            With a God like MY God, I say, "How can I NOT?"                                                                                                                                                                   ---Becky Rhon

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Whatever you are going through, remember this promise:

"The name of the Lord is a strong fortress; the godly run to Him and are safe."       

                                           (Proverbs 18:10)