This has been a particularly rough week. I suppose any week that one receives a cancer diagnosis has got to be among the roughest. I am disappointed in the way I handled the news, am handling the news. In the long run, I know I get to dance with Jesus forever no matter what, so what am I worried about? Well, unfinished, unfulfilled things for one thing. And needles and all the problems of living with a disease like breathing. And my job and the troubles HR is giving me instead of the help they should be giving me.
But, I expect that if I once get a good night's sleep and get used to the idea perhaps I will start doing better. I think I will call my oncologist Dr. Yogurt. I meet him on December 3rd. (Or sooner if he has a cancellation.)
So, today is Saturday and I am planning to find some moments of joy and not to worry. I am looking for joy in the present and the gift of life from the author of life. And if I spill a few tears it has to do with the newness of it all and the adjusting.