Still have fuzz for hair. Hubby calls me fuzzy. I don't mind but I am missing having hair. I usually wear a hat when I go out. Might go rogue and go out to eat without one. Feel like I need to be bold.
The other day I sent my hubby a pic of me and the pup and almost gagged at the sight of me. Yuch I look sick.
Current chemo makes me pale.
But then I thought about it. I have had six courses of poison pumped into me. My red blood cells take a beating each time and that tends to wear a person out. And cancer has attacked me. I finally realized I am sick. Never thought of myself that way before. Probably because I felt fine despite the fact that cancer had attacked me.
A little funny in the odd way that the cure has made me feel sick. But that is often the case with our modern medicine isn't it. Much of the no pain no gain mentality.
Not complaining. I haven't had an upset stomach once and that is big for me. Just feel tired and weaker than normal.
So now that I have decided I am sick - healing takes on a new meaning. Now I can be healed of something. And I'll know it!
SO I am believing for healing from on high. That I will be able to walk on the treadmill and not grow faint. That my hair will grow. That my strength will be renewed
And that I will finish my book Golden Dreams
Have a blessed day
Jeremiah 30:17 "For I will restore health unto you, and I will heal you of your wounds, saith the Lord."
