“If you like to talk to tomatoes,if a squash can make you smile….”

Yes, I feel kinda like Bob the Tomato- no insult to our lovely red garden friends- And after all, better colorful than pasty white!!! The combination  of the “chemo cocktail” and  the notorious steroids I’m getting have this effect, but hey!!!! Tomorrow is my last chemo treatment of this regiment, and I do dearly pray that it will also be the very last my body will ever have to endure. Tomorrow’s therapy will be a fifteen minute- or- so treatment, but promises to pack a punch worth ducking. Monday will be officially a day of rest, and my own familiar stem cells will come home to me in a simple transfusion on Tuesday. Thank you for your prayers–I continue to weather chemotherapy well, while only experiencing minor bouts with nausea. Much harder is the distance from home- though only thirty or so minutes away. The Fam comes up every chance they get, and I appreciate it more than they will ever know. I know there are more difficult days ahead, but once again reaffirm that my God is already there, making a way for me. I have had precious visits here on 4NT that have encouraged my heart, and were obvious divine appointments from the Father.  A request dear to my heart is that my mom and dad will be leaving from North Carolina tomorrow Sunday, to come back to Wisconsin on a mission to help, support, and love the Brooks family during this vulnerable time. Please pray for a hedge of protection about them as they drive these many miles. Dear Lydia Sawa gave me a small treasure- a photo album complete with a verse beautifully presented for each day I”m here. Today’s was precious, and I share it with you. James 1:2-4 “My brethren, count it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations;Knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh patience. But let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing.” Not that this journey has been easy on me, my husband, children, family, or loved ones, but there is a very real sense that patience is having “her perfect work,” that we may be mature, entire, and wanting nothing.