Greetings All,
Well, chemo #3 (Wed., Dec. 9) threw me for a bit of a loop! I'd gotten so used to minor irritations with my chemo treatments that when I really began to feel these side effects it took a toll on me. Now, I never threw up or had diarrhea or was constipated as they promised; but it seemed as if everything I ate just sat in the middle of my stomach...making me queasy-like. The smell of most foods turned my stomach, but I was hungry. Even drinking water had an ill effect, whether alkaline water or spring water or distilled water . . . I began to feel dull, even to feel as if I looked dull. My foot developed callouses and so I didn't walk as I've done daily and all of these things were beginning to add up to make me feel just - off. In the midst of it a sore developed on my 'short leg'. You can't wear a prosthetic when you get one of those!
After a couple of days (the following Monday) I was like "Uh, God, what's going on here, I need help. I need physical strength." He reminded me of a dream I had the night before that last chemo hit; here's the dream:
"this huge wolf (like that wolf on the Twilight New Moon commercials) was terrorizing the neighborhood, killing and hurting people. I was in an office that had frosted glass doors and that wolf was trying to get me. Each time he lunged at the door I could see his shadow and kicked at the very spot he leapt. (and you know which leg I used!) After his 3rd attempt he left. Then I ended up in the basement of one of the neighbors who had a large family, their basement was finished off into another living area. Some of the other neighbors had gathered there also and we began to strategize how to fight this wolf. I saw the ironing board and iron in the room and said "let's plug in that iron, fill it up with water and when he lunges at us we spray him with the steam then stab him with the hot iron." I got elected to do just that and the other neighbors began gathering other things to use as weapons."
I woke elated just to have remembered the dream...then when I thought about it I said "That's why I have a bionic leg! to make it easier to fight!" Not only did I fight this wolf but got with others who were like-minded (tired of being attacked) and strategized, planned a defense. Later that day after my chemo I went out to Zerbos (chemo custom) and when I turned on the CD Pastor Ben was saying "I'm speaking to you prophetically, a bunch of you are gonna have dreams, that will show you what to do about your enemies." (i paraphrased that)!"
You can just imagine the light bulbs going off in my head when I remembered that dream. Almost immediately I began to feel better as I realized God had already prepared me by telling me the attack was coming and I'd have to fight. Well, I'm pretty much back up to my normal water intake, I've stopped eating inappropriate things (even though I felt like eating them would not make me sick) and by tomorrow I'll be doing all those things that helped me breeze through the 1st 2 hits. Remember He already showed me (in the dream) the weapon was something right there at my fingertips - I'll repeat these 5, Eat Right!, Drink water = to 1/2 ur body weight! Walk your body! Go to bed! Be happy, no stress!
SO, I've got my war clothes on, my confessions together and I'm engaging YOU to be in prayer with me - you know what your weapons are (Ephesians 6). One more hit - Wednesday December 23, 9:30am. Yes it is the day before Christmas Eve and I have no intention of being sick or sickly ever again. I'm speaking to the mountain, preparing my body to funnel those drugs to ONLY the cancer in my body, ONLY to the disease in my body. I am arming my immune system to fight anything that doesn't belong, to stand strong against the chemo - sending it to the tumor rather than allowing it to destroy good cells and trust me I am not doing it with more drugs! And in case I haven't mentioned it the tumor is shrinking. . . before my eyes.
3 down and 1 to go! Thanks for walking with me; praying for me. I so value the prayers of the saints and I can't wait to share my clean bill of health with you, my Redeemer has promised it!
love,
Darlene
P.S. You know y'all are gonna hafta buy the book right?! :-)
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