Those days that you are running on empty can be the hardest, most challenging days to get through. I'm feeling empty, almost coasting in on fumes right now. My mind and my spirit are playing a wicked game of ping pong, back and forth, back and forth. I hated ping pong as a kid, basically I sucked at it, I could never hit that stinkin' little ball. The opponent usually would whack it at me so fast or to the side that I never really had a chance. Today's ping pong match is an epic battle between my faith and my fears.
I had my doctors visit to go over my CT scan and set my surgery date. I knew going into it, this time around, that I wasn't going to be surprised by what he had to say. I wasn't surprised but that doesn't mean that I wasn't profoundly saddened and scared by what he said. Just let me say, IT COULD BE WORSE, like Duane worse. There are some lymph nodes that are enlarged, in colon cancer lingo that bumps it up from a Stage 1 to a Stage 3, good news my liver looks good, no organs looked effected meaning it's not Stage 4. The degree of the disease will now depend upon the surgery which will take place July 29, mark your calendars folks. I will continue to pray up until that point that the number of lymph nodes effected and the tissue around it will all be small, petite, miniscule. Please continue to pray. I need this ping pong match to have better outcomes than the one today. I sucked at my game today and my kids need me to be like Forrest Gump. I love you all.