This post is by Cindy Hamilton as she shares her breast cancer journey with our readers.
OK, I admit, walking into that chemo lab for the first time was a bit scary. The sweet nurse put my husband and me in a small room so that she could explain the process. The first drug that they were going to give me, she said, was a powerful one; and because it is red, some people called it “devil’s tail.” Well, there is no way that I was going to call it that, so I renamed it “the healing blood of Jesus.” She explained that the chemo would target the fast growing cells in my body. There were side effects that might take place, but they would do everything they could to give me something to off set them.
A young woman came in and sat down, obviously at home and familiar with the process. “Hi, I’m Jamie.” Jamie has Crohn’s Disease and was there for an infusion of potassium. I explained that it was my first time, and she started filling me in on how it all works. She was funny and smart, wise beyond her years. She shared her concerns for her children and her health. Before I left that day, we agreed that we would pray for each other. “It’s going to be alright,” she said.
The next day, I was back for an infusion of fluids, anti-nausea meds, and a drug that builds up blood cells. Guess who was there? Her face (and mine) lit up as I walked into the room. There was my new friend, Jamie. Patting the empty recliner beside her, she invited me to come sit down beside her. God has already told me that this journey would be one where He would introduce me to many new people.
“But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you; and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth” Acts 1:8 NIV
Cindy

















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