Monday was Adam's last day of his last cycle of chemotherapy.
We woke up and naturally, he wasn't feeling well.
I tried to excite him by reminding him, "It's the last one!"
Didn't seem to help.
Because you see for Adam, the day doesn't really come until about a week later.
When he can finally drive again, and when he does not feel like puking every step he takes, and not feel disoriented.
It's when he can feel his legs, when he doesn't forget how to swallow, and when he remembers there is hope in getting better.
When he can run up a flight of stairs without feeling exhausted and his food tastes good again without 2 tablespoons of salt.
When every muscle in his body doesn't ache and when the bruises go away, and his hair grows back.
That's the day we're excited for!
Monday, I was a wreck.
I cried when I had to drop him off for his hardest and final treatment because I had to go back to work.
I cried on the 30 min drive back to DAVIS because I couldn't be there.
I cried when I got to drive back down there to see him.
I think I cried because I it was so obvious that God was there helping us through everything.
It was a struggle neither of us could have done alone.
And perhaps that's why we found out about the cancer AFTER we got married.
Adam shared with me this fortune he received while eating lunch on Monday.
If that isn't a tender mercy from God, then I don't know what is.
"Where there is no struggle, there is no strength."
Adam has a body scan on FEBRUARY 6, 2012.
Keep those prayers going til we know he is clear:)
