For seven treatments I have been praying that God would put me in the treatment room with someone that enjoys talking as much as I do. This prayer only intensified when the cancer center went on full lock down because of the Coronavirus. After sitting across from some of the best snorers and non talkers in the world, God finally answered my prayers.
I was prepared for the typical treatment. I brought a book, bible study, phone and had even stayed up late the night before so I could get some sleep. About thirty-minutes into my premed treatments the staff walked a lady over, we will call her SB. Within a matter of minutes we were talking and talking and talking. Before I knew it my treatment was over. I had not read any of my book, or completed the bible study or even taken a nap.
I know this, my jaws were hurting from all the talking. I also realized that God over delivered on my prayer request. No offense to SB, but she was full of energy which she blamed on the steroids. Funny how drugs can impact people differently. I enjoyed the conversation and it really helped me forget about the treatment.
I do think the nurses were glad when I left since I kept asking them why none of them brought me birthday cupcakes. Yes, I admit I was whining and acting like a birthday drama queen. I am thankful for the opportunity to go through a treatment without feeling like I was at a treatment. The side-effects were minimal this time, but the exhaustion was relentless. Lord willing only four more treatments left on this journey.
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