I date myself a bit by talking about this memory, but at the roller rink, one of my favorite things was the limbo. That reggae voice was awesome, “Do the limbo now..” I would get into it with my swag. 6’2″ tall and 140 pounds looked pretty good in roller skates. And I could get pretty low, with the one leg cocked out to the right and my tummy scrunched down, sometimes I would be one of the last ones in the game.
We started round 3 today. But my optimism is being tested. If I told you that all went well, I would be lying. Last night Tara was up with significant pain in her abdomen and literally didn’t sleep a wink. To make a long story short, the “round 3” that I am referring to isn’t chemotherapy. We are getting a third not-so-complimentary stay at the Hotel Eisenberg.
The fluid in her abdomen started growing noticeably over the last 48 hours. There are a number of possible reasons, none of them that good. Bowel obstruction? Whoohoo! More fluid from cancer? Booooo! Post-operative drainage? Can we be done with that already? Tomorrow they will draw some fluid out to relieve the pressure and test the fluid to understand what is causing it.
So we are in limbo again. Not the limbo that I like and wish I could do again at the roller rink. But the limbo that means we don’t know a stinking thing and we can’t make any decision until other things are figured out.
We are saying it this time with some sense that our heart will have to follow our words, but we do trust that God will sustain us. We look to him daily and will continue forever.