PNR - Grace Abounding
At first they were weekly and difficult, but after 26 weeks they became once every three months visits and then for the last couple of years once every six months. My trips to the oncologist’s office. Many of you know that in April, 2003, I was diagnosed with colon cancer. After the surgeons removed the tumor, I began to visit the oncologist every week for six months. I would receive a dose of poison dripped into my veins, chemicals designed to kill any errant cancer cells. I was fortunate. They called this particular chemotherapy “highly tolerable” and I was an all-star patient. I was fortunate; I know it. Still, it was a hard time and just getting through it was the best goal I could come up with.
When the weekly visits ended I began to feel better. I remember exactly where I was on that July day in 2004 when I realized I was feeling good. I had forgotten the feeling.