Hands and Feet!

This past Thursday we planned our day around a potential Chemo treatment.  Since being turned away last week we weren't sure what would happen.  A lab revealed my Neutrophil count was 1000.  One correction I need to make is that the normal range is between 1.5 (1500) and 7. ( 7000).  So for treatments I am a little low but not as low as I believed I was.   As a result of my really low count last week and delaying my 4th treatment by a week they reduced the amount of Irinotecan (One of the Chemo drugs) in order to attempt to keep me on a two week schedule like I am suppose to be.

Treatment went as normal as the last three treatments did.  Next week I will be scheduled for a PET scan in order to see how effective the treatments have been and to see what the liver and colon tumors/spots look like.

Now on to the Hands and Feet part of this post.  It may seem I want to talk about my fingers and toes.  On the contrary actually.  While getting treatment i was sitting in the pod next to a woman who I overheard was receiving her first treatment.  I started by giving her a pointer on what med she wanted to Numb her port.  a bit later I felt like I "needed" to talk to her and provide answers considering I probably had been through what she is going through.  As I got up to go talk to this woman who was working a puzzle Leah asked what I was doing.  I told he I was going to be Jesus to someone.  Many of you may not know this but to talk to a "stranger" is at the bottom of my comfortable list and something I need much pushing to do.  I got no earthly pushing on this one but rather some internal/ Heavenly pushing.

I walked over to the puzzle table and introduced myself and offered to share a little of my journey and answer any questions she might have.  She had surgery to remove stage 3 colon cancer and is on the same regimen of Chemo I was on in my first round before my liver surgery.  We talked for about 10 - 15 minutes enough to learn a little about each other and provide information that might take off some of the anxiety she has.  I remember that first treatment and having more questions than answers and wish there was someone who could answer all those questions for me.

Without having shown my faith I hope this Woman felt and understands the love and help Jesus is through his believers.  After sitting back down in my pod I heard a nurse walk past her and talk about going to the same church and where they each sat.  I at least know she attends a church.  Assuming I have Chemo in two weeks I will see her again and hopefully get to talk with her.

Somehow you are pushed by the spirit when you need to be.  Glad I could listen and do my humble part.

-- Kent