David here.
I finished my 30 sessions of radiation therapy on Tuesday and have a few days off from the chemo. The chemo will change somewhat. Soon I will begin doing the chemo for one week per month to continue for a year. I’m still feeling the fatigue from the radiation and the chemical feel from the chemo but trust that will subside with time.
Everyone’s comments on this blog have been a blessing to me and especially their prayers. God is faithful and has given me a continuous joy at the thought of standing in the midst of the glorious scene around His throne.
Having no fear of death has allowed me to find some humor in some of the happenings of the past three months. I think the funniest was in the radiation room one day. Now I am aware that God can and may heal me of this cancer, and I welcome whatever His will may be. But in the natural, I know this is terminal cancer, the average life expectancy being from one to two years. So one day I find myself lying on the table under the radiation machine, my head fastened down under a mask so I can’t move. The technicians move to an adjoining room from which they operate the machine. There is always a radio in the radiation room playing popular hits from the 60s and 70s. I’m lying on the table, hearing the machine moving over my head, stopping periodically to hit me with a long blast of Xrays that are to attack the cancer cells. What do I hear playing on the radio? The Bee Gees singing, “Staying alive, staying alive, ooo ooo oooo . . .” Talk about irony.
Below you will find a photo of me with the radiation mask. I added the sunglasses to it for entertainment purposes.
Everyone’s comments on this blog have been a blessing to me and especially their prayers. God is faithful and has given me a continuous joy at the thought of standing in the midst of the glorious scene around His throne.
Having no fear of death has allowed me to find some humor in some of the happenings of the past three months. I think the funniest was in the radiation room one day. Now I am aware that God can and may heal me of this cancer, and I welcome whatever His will may be. But in the natural, I know this is terminal cancer, the average life expectancy being from one to two years. So one day I find myself lying on the table under the radiation machine, my head fastened down under a mask so I can’t move. The technicians move to an adjoining room from which they operate the machine. There is always a radio in the radiation room playing popular hits from the 60s and 70s. I’m lying on the table, hearing the machine moving over my head, stopping periodically to hit me with a long blast of Xrays that are to attack the cancer cells. What do I hear playing on the radio? The Bee Gees singing, “Staying alive, staying alive, ooo ooo oooo . . .” Talk about irony.
Below you will find a photo of me with the radiation mask. I added the sunglasses to it for entertainment purposes.
Enough of the trivia of this world. Let me end with a quote from one of my favorite theologians, Loraine Boettner. In his book Immortality, as Boettner discusses the eternal future of all who have embraced Jesus Christ as Lord and therefore Savior, he writes:
“The grave, then, is not a blind alley, but a thoroughfare, leading to a much richer life beyond. This life is but prologue; the primary sphere of our existence lies in the future. We can attain completeness only in that other realm where there is no more sickness nor death and where progress is always onward and upward.”
Looking forward to the onward and upward.
David
