Please pray for me

I love you guys!

I only have 13more radiation and my wife informed me I only have two more chemo

I weighed 200# when I started and Friday was up to 186, I know I can beat this,

Thanx guys, I can't wait until I want to eat again and food tastes good again.

Is t it a blessing that something we must do (eat) is so pleasurable? Intelligent design or divine engineering, don't know, don't care, just like the way it is!
 
Heavenly Father, giver of life and health: Comfort and relieve thy sick servants, and give thy power of healing to those who minister to their needs, that those for whom our prayers are offered may be strengthened in their weakness and have confidence in thy loving care; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who liveth and reigneth with thee and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever. Amen.
 
Prayers sent hoping for your recovery. Hang in there. I always leave things in God's hands because I believe there are reasons for everything, even the bad things. Hopefully God will grant the prayers for your healing.
 
Prayers sent. Sounds like your on the glide path to a full recovery, hang in there. Mike
 
At age 15, my only son started having stomach pains. He didn't want to eat.
Wife took him to the doctor, they gave him a sonogram and some other tests.
I was in what would become my clock repair shop, installing a safety outlet.
Will never forget when I was told.

I howled so loud, my daughter came down to see what happened, then I cried my eyes out.
I was howling and screaming and crying all over the basement.
"Patrick has cancer, Patrick has cancer".
It turned out it was stage 3- he had it a while.

The next events were surreal for an entire year.
They put him right into the hospital to start chemo.
There I was deciding if they should freeze my 15 year old's sperm if he could get any so he could have kids.
His lungs and chest and spleen were filled with cancer cells. It was a rare form of non-Hodgkins lymphoma.
The plan was 6 rounds of strong chemo, then radiation if needed.
The doctor said "I am going to cure him".
Yeah, right, sure you are.

He went through it. We slept in the chair next to his bed.
I injected his pic line with stuff- I didn't even know what it was.
Every day before work, he got injected, and took like 10 medicines.

Now, his immune system was crushed and never returned, never will.
But he lived. He went from 108 to 180 pounds.
He's in college. He's a good student like his parents were.
Anything less than an A ticks him off.

I never touched the basement or the machines in it from the day I was told until he was cured.
Going down there reminded me of what happened.
But now, as you know, I worked on the area.
Got the shop walls up too.
I want to work on my machines if I could ever get anyone to run this place properly.
The bottom line is, he lived. It wasn't his time. The Lord didn't call for him.

So it shall be for you.
Believe.
 
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