Yesterday I was talking with a good friend at work who asked me how I was doing. I told her that I felt almost normal this week. Every week before my next treatment I forget I even have cancer - I feel that good. So I left the office feeling pretty upbeat. As I walked back to my car I listened to the messages on my phone that had come through during the morning and there was one reminding me of the appointment on Monday in the hematology/oncology department at Kirklin... my good mood was instantly deflated. I was reminded I actually do have cancer. (expletive here)
But I know deflated is not where I need to live. So I got home, watched the Mexico/Brazil game with the neighbors, cheered for Ochoa, the amazing little goalie for Mexico, ate some chips and salsa and forgot again.
Grace to forget for a few moments is grace indeed.
And thank GOD for the World Cup.