Tara was describing her day to me. Blood work. CT scan. Drinking the nasty puke water then getting some other stuff pumped into her veins to contrast the images of her insides. After the scan, Tara had severe pain through her body. “Way worse than childbirth pains”. Tara’s pretty tough, so when she says she hollered it means something. She thought she freaked some people out; some “skinny, bald woman moaning in pain” after a scan that should be painless. Thankfully by the time she was telling me the story she was laughing about it. Must have been the shingles.
It is amazing all the different ways to find out what’s inside a person. Xray. CT scan. MRI. Ultrasound. Cameras through any orifice. Surgery and more. Tara has had nearly all of them. They could have saved a bunch of money and just asked me. It’s two thirds heart and half guts.
Tara told me today that she needs me to celebrate the little daily victories with her more. I guess I have been trying to look too far ahead. Maybe that is why I feel disoriented at times. I can’t see where I am going that far ahead. A good result is not enough in my mind, because next week we have more tests. And remission may not be good enough for me if I am thinking about the next scan in 6 months. So I will keep trying to enjoy each moment. To celebrate each day as another one down. Each good test result as a victory that day.
The steadfast love of The Lord never ceases. His mercies shall never come to an end. They are new every morning. Great is your faithfulness God. Thank you for sustaining us again today.