Day 35 and 36

There is a story in the bible about this guy name Job.  It's one of my favorite books in the bible.  This man gets tested by Satan and never ever turns his back on God.  The verse I love is when he is stripped of everything he has, his family, his wealth, and his health, he proclaims: "Naked I come from the womb and naked I will return, the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh, may the name of the Lord be praised!"  That's true faith and dedication.  I told myself when I got sick that I would try to be like Job.  To have his faith and resolve in times of crisis.  His friends come over and spend time with him in his darkest days.  It's a powerful book.  I've had a pretty busy week.  This is the week that I feel the strongest before heading into the 3rd cycle of chemo.  I am trying to do as many things as my body will allow before next week hits and I get run down again.  I've prepared my taxes, worked on our finances and began preparing my will.  Everyone calm down, the will is me being prudent and responsible, not me being morbid- I will not have to use it for many, many years to come.

I am thankful to so many of my friends that have taken time out of their busy lives to drive me around; taking me to movies, the mall, or the pharmacy for drugs.  All the people that have come over to hang out and help me watch Rhys when June is at work.  Just trying to make sure life is comfortable for me and that things aren't crazy hectic around me.  June and I talk about how we hope to be a blessing and support to our friends in time of need in the future just like they have been to us.  I am also grateful for those who drive me to chemo or come down to sit on the uncomfortable plastic chair while I am lounging in the cushioned recliner.  I know chemotherapy treatment is not supposed to be pleasant but having someone there sometimes makes all the difference.  I see the same patients each time and some of them come in alone, never having any support person there and I wonder if they are alone.  Do they have anyone to talk to or just to be there for them at home and out of treatment?  I try to strike up conversation and be a support person as I am stuck with the IV myself.  June always says that when she comes to pick me up, all she has to do is stand in the hallway and listen for the loudest chemo room- and that is usually the one I am in.  Yes, I am the life of the party even in chemo, haha.

 Inappropriate story of the week- I went to deposit a large cheque yesterday at TD trust and the teller said they had to hold it for 7 business days because of the amount.  I said no problem but I am not working and on medical leave so what if I needed the money sooner for medical reasons?  This guy then asks me if I was in an accident or something?  I said no, I am critically ill and off on short term disability.  He asked me what that meant.  So I told him that it meant I have cancer (hoping he would release the funds quicker).  Instead he asked me what kind of cancer did I have? I am not even joking.  I told him that's kinda personal, he said sorry and then still didn't release  my funds.  It was a weird conversation.  I was about to tell him I have the cancer that is none of your damn business.  But the new and improved Gil took the high road and just laughed it off.  Can you say, "sensitivity training?"

Inappropriate story of the week #2- I went to go see Battle Los Angeles with Chris the other day and as we walked into the theatre, there was a couple there in the front row beside the handicap seats with what looked like a 2 year old girl.  We shook our heads at them.  They brought their 2 year old to a violent movie.  The front row no less.  She would see all the scary previews and hear the gazillion gunshots/bombings throughout the movie.  I was mortified.  When the movie ended, we walked past them and the baby was asleep in the mother's arms.  Thank God.  I hate to be judgmental here...how about waiting for it to come out in dvd and rent it.  Sheesh.