About three weeks after the hysterectomy, I went to the oncologist to get the final plan for chemical warfare on this enemy. He explained it all and actually repeated the plan which had been put before me by the surgeon and the other oncologist from St. Louis. I was beginning to feel comfortable about the plan of action, since all the doctors were in agreement.
The doc sent me over to the hospital to get an ECHO cardiogram and blood work to make sure my blood counts were healthy and my heart was good to go, as one of the chemo drugs can damage the heart, if it isn't strong to begin with.
I laid there and watched my own heart beating faithfully, those supple little valves flapping back and forth, and was amazed at how well God made us. Those little parts of our body just keep on going, and we take them for granted, and really make them work. I remembered a friend who had died recently after a long illness, and I thought, "That's what takes us so long to die of disease, because God made us so well in the first place." We truly are "Fearfully and wonderfully made," just like the Bible says.
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