In the mail yesterday, a friend sent us $100.00.  It couldn't have come at a better time, as we were running low on food.  In addition to that, my (disabled) husband's colostomy supplies came by UPS.  (My husband has a colostomy because 12" of his colon got pinched off by a cancerous tumor.  A friend ordered us extra supplies as an anomynous gift.)  

Then I fell yesterday while going up the steps after getting back from running around.  I had brought my husband and myself two giant sodas; at the time I fell, I had the sodas in my hands ... but managed to keep them from falling out of my hands!!  I wasn't hurt too badly, thank the Lord, but I am scraped up.  And today, I am feeling it.  Oh, boy, am I EVER!!  OW!

I don't know what I have done to deserve God's provision, grace, or love.  Sometimes I can be a nasty-spirited person.  I work at a school, where I teach junior high students.  Some of them can really try my patience, and sometimes when I come home, I bounce my frustrations off my poor, sick husband.  If there is anything he does NOT need, it's me unloading my problems on to him when he alerady has enough of his own!

My husband, however, has always been a very patient listener, and even with all of his medical problems, he still suports me in whatever I do.

Today is his last chemotherapy treatment; he's already gone through all but the last one.  He's been having this done on and off for the past two years.  It leaves him feeling very weak and tired; on his chemo days, he sleeps up to ten hours at a time, and he doesn't have much of an appetite; it's a challenge to try to find tasty, healthy meals that he can enjoy.  (The only reason I got him a soda yesterday was because his stomach was upset; it's the only thing that seems to settle it down.)

Hopefully after this is done, he can get his life back somewhat.  Gosh, I sure hope so!

Every month we will have to see our oncology doctor, to make sure that the cancer he had doesn't come back, and see our regular doctor, to make sure his colostomy isn't giving him any problems.  We also have a  ostomy nurse bring him supplies every month, so we don't run out.  It's a good thing we have good insurance beause the supplies (ANY medical supplies, really) are NOT cheap!  We'd be out on the street if we didn't have our insurance program!

Well, Dean is up, so I will go now.  I will have to get him something to eat (hopefully he is over the nausea) and give him his bath.  We then have to get dressed, so we both can be at the hospital by nine.  Just keep Dean (and myself) in your prayers; pray that these "unexpected blessings" continue!  They sure do make our lives a lot easier in the long run!  I would greatly appreciate it, and so would Dean!