On Deck? Chemo #5. | Update on Dad

It seems like
chemo #5

snuck up on us

and tomorrow morning

we'll be driving to Stratford

to start the process over again.

The kids and I are home for Spring Break,

and I'm super grateful that the timing worked

where we could be here for this treatment.

For me,

I'm extra thankful that Maddie and Jackson

will get to experience what it means

for Grandpa Correll to have chemo.

Until now it's been this distant thing

that they've just heard about.

Tomorrow,

they'll see what it actually means.

They'll walk in the front door of the hospital and
instantly

smell the smell.

You know,

that hospital smell.
And forevermore,
when they walk through hospital doors
whether in America or Canada or Africa,
they'll associate that smell with Grandpa's chemo.
Our senses are a fascinating thing, yes?

They'll sit by Grandpa in his chemo chair

and see that the procedure isn't painful.

They'll see the beautiful nurses that,

treatment after treatment,

care for Dad and all the other patients

that arrive in their chemo room.

They'll see the dripping of the medicine

and the needles

and the gloves
and masks.

They'll see what cancer looks like on other patients,
and no doubt,
Jackson and Maddie will be the bright spot
on the 3rd floor
of the Stratford General Hospital.

I guess I'm just hoping that

by seeing what 'chemo' means,

it might help them process this piece of

Grandpa's cancer journey.

Dad had a busy week this past week

and by yesterday I think he was extra worn out.

We're hoping with a couple days of rest he'll be back

to his new normal.

We'd appreciate prayers for good rest for Dad tonight,

and that tomorrow's chemo would attack

the cancer cells in his body!

After this week,

only one treatment to go

and then Dad will get the scans and tests

to determine if the chemo is working.

Those tests should happen late April

or early May.

As we march along this cancer pathway,

we're asking God to continue

to show His amazing goodness to us.

This past week,

God did just that

-- showed His goodness to me --

as I stole away to the

Chicago Botanic Gardens

 for an hour of fresh air

and flowers.

God could have chosen a different way,

but He got out his paintbrush and paints

and painted the world beautiful shades of

purples, blues and greens.
For me.
And for you, too.
I think we just have to stop long enough to see
His goodness around us.

And for His abundant goodness,

I will forever sing His praises.

This much I know.
God's still good.
And always will be.