This last Monday I had blood collected for the clinical trial in Texas. I came into the doctors office holding this fairly large box full of empty vials and handed it to one of my sweet nurses. She took one look and said, "Wow, that is a lot of blood." About two thirds of the way through she couldn't get any more to come. I wondered if I had run out but she managed to pull a little more and finish the job. I'm still here blogging so I guess that something is still circulating in there.
|Kids in Oregon after we abandoned them|
It was an emotional day for me. I remember looking at that box as we sent it off to Texas via FedEx thinking, "Okay God, now you have my blood, turn it into a miracle." It seemed so final. Then getting the PEG tube seemed like another admission to my declining health. Arghh, I hate that. I just kept repeating in my mind, "prepare for a miracle Eric" We are full of hope and we trust God. Sometimes I just think "I believe, help thou my unbelief." It's hard to have perfect faith all of the time.
|My angel wife and our granddaughter|
In the meantime, I haven't had chemotherapy for almost three weeks now and boy do I feel good. I just love how I feel when I'm not being poisoned. Chemo will begin again on Friday so I will try to enjoy feeling human again even if it is only for a few days.
|If joy had a face, this would be it.|
This last week we had most of our children with us. Seth had flown out to go to his cousins ring ceremony. Shanelle, Mike and Vivian came to bring our car back from Oregon. That was a clever way of us to get them to come. Sunday we took up the entire row with our family. That made me happy. It was like the good old days. They have all gone home now but it was nice while it lasted.