Today, I'm angry! I'm not mad at God, or the people who say stupid things out of ignorance, or the helpers who try to take over because it makes them feel good.  I'm not even angry at the nurse who has no patience or personality.
I just feel like punching the air.  My Rob is kind and gentle, giving and good, but cancer doesn't honor that! No, it hurls pain and nausea and fatigue and for me, despair. 
Sin controls my anger, but it only increases the pain. 
God, take this futile emotion away! Replace it with more faith and hope then I can even handle. Help me to answer the phone with grace and to receive with kindness. Let joy rule my heart, LORD!

Our friend, Kristi,  is back in Kansas after her courageous 6 week journey of radiation here at MD Anderson. She reminds me of the joy that is found in the halls of a cancer hospital and how lives really do intersect in such amazing ways. We, patients, families, friends, always have a goal in mind: to "ring the bell" and to reach remission. But I've learned that we really need to embrace the journey towards that prize...learning to depend on a Holy God, leaning on others, and counting the gifts along the way. The journey changes you; you chuckle at first-world problems and you cherish ordinary things in your life. 
We thank God that Kristi and Patrick are fellow travelers.