Grey tree frog: I find they raise my spirits
So they had me face-down in a machine, I don’t know how long it took, it seemed exceedingly long. That was so they could identify and mark the targets for radiation treatment, instead of having to do it all over again each time. I now have tattoos that I will never see.
(“No mas, no mas!” he cried inwardly–with apologies to Roberto Duran, who was getting beat up pretty bad when he said it.)
The treatments will be five days a week. Hopefully they will shrink the cancers–maybe even enough to avoid surgery. I dassn’t count on that, but I can pray for it.
I miss my grey tree frogs, who tamed almost instantly. Unfortunately their nightly concerts kept my housemates awake, so I had to let the frogs go back to their swamp. I only mention it to let a bit of normalcy shine in.
Looks like you are bearing up well, not letting it get you down as some people do. I know the Lord is with you, and He will give you strength all the way.
I could do with a higher state of morale. This does get me down.
Then, I will pray specifically for that.
You’re doing great, Lee. Just keep on slogging.
Radiation five days a week for six weeks “cured” my prostate cancer the first time. It was pretty much a piece of cake, and I met a lot of nice people. This time around it moved to my back, but still no chemotherapy, thank God.
I’ll be getting both chemotherapy and radiation. And God knows what else.
Lots of prayers for strength, fortitude, mental peace and comfort.
Blessings~
Thank you–I need all the prayers and blessings I can get.
Lee, you are very welcome.