New Normal
My husband just finished nine weeks of radiation. We drove up and back daily making the best of our time away from home by running errands, eating out, and grocery shopping. The first couple of weeks took some adjusting, not just to the drive, but to the idea of cancer. A cancer diagnosis takes the air from the room and wind from beneath your wings.
My husband gathered his strength and his faith and put life back on track about week three. He was brave throughout this process. We sat in the waiting room of the cancer center with others in similar or worse situations. The room was quiet and lifeless. Not the normal, random chatter that happens in a general practitioner's office. There were few if any children, a couple showed up with parents who were probably driving their parents that day.
They gave him a shirt and certificate celebrating the completion of radiation today, something that doesn't come when you are over the flu or your gout has gone away. This experience was not normal, so after nine weeks we are excited to gather our whits and try to find a rhythm again, a "new normal" since we will never be the same again. The diagnosis is not complete and we won't know if the radiation worked for three months.
What we know is we are different, regardless. We are grateful for more, content with less, and wanting to make the best of all the days we have left. God reminds us to number our days, but until you are counting the days of radiation or some such things, you don't realize how precious each and ever day can actually be.
My husband gathered his strength and his faith and put life back on track about week three. He was brave throughout this process. We sat in the waiting room of the cancer center with others in similar or worse situations. The room was quiet and lifeless. Not the normal, random chatter that happens in a general practitioner's office. There were few if any children, a couple showed up with parents who were probably driving their parents that day.
They gave him a shirt and certificate celebrating the completion of radiation today, something that doesn't come when you are over the flu or your gout has gone away. This experience was not normal, so after nine weeks we are excited to gather our whits and try to find a rhythm again, a "new normal" since we will never be the same again. The diagnosis is not complete and we won't know if the radiation worked for three months.
What we know is we are different, regardless. We are grateful for more, content with less, and wanting to make the best of all the days we have left. God reminds us to number our days, but until you are counting the days of radiation or some such things, you don't realize how precious each and ever day can actually be.
Psalm 90:12 (NKJV)
So teach us to number our days,
That we may gain a heart of wisdom.
So teach us to number our days,
That we may gain a heart of wisdom.
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