Friday was my second to last treatment of Herceptin! It was a busy day, because after spending my morning at the cancer center we had a Lock-In with the youth group I had planned to carry out. Thus has been my life since summer, juggling the doctor appointments while doing what I love, youth ministry. image
Daylight savings time did a number on me last week, so I was pretty tired going into Friday morning. Not waking up early enough to make myself some breakfast. Thankfully, the chemo room offers peanut butter and graham crackers along with hot tea. I had my breakfast of champions as I watched my newest favorite show “The Hour”. Thats Freddie you see in the picture above, one of the greatest characters the British have given to the world. I waved a lot to the familiar faces of the nurses I used to see weekly and now every three weeks. Strange how they have been so consent in my life during this past year, and now they will suddenly no longer be after April 4th.

Tis the season of Lent and my church is doing a beautiful series on Lament. Emotionally, as I have said before, is currently the hard part of this cancer journey. Theres much to celebrate at the end of treatment, but there is much to grieve as well. Last week, first Sunday of Lent we sang a new song called “Come Lift Up Your Sorrow” in which I promptly cried my way through. In my life after cancer class, the counselor who leads it said “Grief is apart of the healing process” which I know to be true as a believer. It was nice to hear such a powerful statement outside of the church too. Healing, a good thing cant happen without, what is viewed as a bad thing, grief. Here is the beautifully written song:

Come Lift Up Your Sorrows by Michael Card

If you are wounded, if you are alone,
If you are angry, if your heart is cold as stone,
If you have fallen and if you are weak,
Come find the worth of God
That only the suffering seek.

(Chorus)
Come lift up your sorrows
And offer your pain;
Come make a sacrifice
Of all your shame;
There in your wilderness
He’s waiting for you
To worship Him with your wounds,
For He’s wounded too.

He has not stuttered, and He has not lied
When He said, “Come unto me, you’re not disqualified”
When your heavy laden, you may want to depart,
But those who know sorrow are closest to His heart.

In this most Holy Place
He’s made a sacred space
For those who will enter in
And trust to cry out to Him;
You’ll find no curtain there,
No reason left for fear;
There’s perfect freedom here
To weep every unwept tear.

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