Mixed blessings are still blessings. Today Dr. C reassured me what I'm physically going through is simply related to the war waging still against my monster. Her words were, "Ginger, you had a really, really big cancer and recovery is going to take a lot of time."
On Friday I see Dr. B and it's still possible I'll get transfused then because my blood counts are yuck suck sucky yucky....in short really bad. (but hey, I got another puncture mark and a lovely bruise to go with it, yay! I'm thinking of renting myself out as a plant waterer)
When I began this forced journey I knew God would heal me here or in the hereafter; having that blessed assurance meant He's given me the upper hand advantage all along. Keeping that viewpoint hasn't lightened the physical toll my body has to endure. His blessed assurance in this situation has, however, given me a viewpoint of win-win. And so I choose to keep going forward, sometimes walking side-by-side with Him, other times letting Him carry me.....just like all the other times I've been seriously ill or injured; just like what will happen throughout the remainder of my life on this planet.
"The Lord will sustain, refresh, and strengthen him on his bed of languishing; all his bed You [O Lord] will turn, change, and transform in his illness." ~Psalm 41:3
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