I’ve had a hard, hard few days post chemo infusion, which occurred last Friday. My chest continues to ache with a deep ache that is hard to describe. I can only hope the chemo is shrinking lesions in my lungs, and the pain is all worth it.
Today, I got up a bit more, and I even had a 15 minute walk in the neighborhood. My daughter, Katie, kindly carried my oxygen, and I slowly trudged up and down tiny grades in the pavement. I mentioned to Katie that the declines in the road were glorious. It’s the little gifts in life that mean a lot when one is fighting stage four cancer, especially in hilly Colorado Springs.
I wanted to share with you the rest of my collaged art book from my last posting – the house built on the rock and the house built on the sand. Here, below, is the house built on the sand – a truly poor foundation. During the storms of life, what will we base our lives on and what will help us endure?