My Story Continues

My Story Continues by Jane Davis

Having cancer is a challenge. Chemo is hard. Having to Make decisions is even harder.

Communication is key when it comes to dealing with the doctors and hospital staff.

My journey just got harder two weeks ago. I was in the hospital for a few days receiving blood because my counts had dropped again. A new doctor got involved and decided to do a different test. After all these years of not knowing where I was losing blood, they finally believe they’ve found the answer. My hiatal hernia is twisting and in danger of being strangled. That means it will die and I would too. It’s a bad situation.

Now I have to get the cancer taken care of quickly so I can heal and then get the stomach surgery. It’s going to be a rough year and a lot of prayers will be needed. This is more than a journey, it’s a nightmare. But I thank God that He is with me on this journey.

This week the chemo had done some major damage on my body and we had to make two trips back to the hospital for some more infusions to replenish some major vitamins and minerals. The double vision has to take care of itself. It comes with the territory. Just another challenge.

Today I had a test to determine how chemo is working on the tumor. It appears to have shrunk and if it’s small enough, I have a chance of skipping 2 chemos and just getting infusions of a new medication that’s not as damaging. Results will be in next week.

The goal is to get breast surgery and heal as quickly as possible so the hiatal hernia surgery can begin. They tell me it’s major and it’s hard. Fortunately God doesn’t give us more than we can bear.

I’m so grateful to have friends that have been praying for me and supporting me with cards and letters. It means so much to me. And I treasure my husband that has been there for me all through this. He has never complained and has truly shown he cares in so many ways. I

thank the Lord for so much support and love.

A trip to my family Dr today was necessary to determine why my head sores aren’t healing. Being bald is bad enough but now my head is scarred and lumpy. An infection is going on, so tonight I’m packed in hot packs on my head and taking antibiotics. The little impurities can become big if they aren’t addressed.

It was wonderful to be at the church Thanksgiving dinner Sunday. I couldn’t eat much but I enjoyed the family of friends and watching their interactions.

Next week I get the results of my test and find out where we go from here. In the meantime I’ll keep struggling along and pop all the pills and hang on to my sanity as much as possible. I don’t know how anyone survives a challenge like this without Christ in their life. It must be doubly hard.

One day at a time. This too shall pass. Tomorrow will be better. I’m saying them all.

God bless you and thank you for all the cards, prayers, food, and hugs. They are much appreciated.

I’m His Grip, Jane