Sunday. It’s 2011 — Happy New Year! Being in New York City for New Year’s Eve provides a certain sense of excitement and expectation. Just walking the streets and visiting the local grocery store and wine store gave off “vibes” of a special day. The NYU Cancer Center was closed on Friday for New Year’s Eve, so I wondered what else would be closed. Most stores were open, but were closing early. However, when I was at the wine store buying Prosecco, the gal said they would be not be closing until midnight. I guess some people decide at the last minute to toast the New Year!
As soon as midnight came, there was a spectacular fireworks show over Central Park. We were able to see a partial view from our windows. Rob got busy setting up his tripod and camera to catch a picture of it, and some of them turned out well.
Rob has had a quiet weekend, preferring watching TV and movies from his bed rather than getting out. He’s hit the point where the smell of food cooking causes a nauseous feeling. He’s also becoming more picky about what sounds good to eat. The old standby offer of chicken noodle soup is usually met with affirmation.
Tomorrow morning we’ll go to the cancer center for his blood work and radiation. We closed them down on Thursday evening. I can’t say that I understand the results of the blood work, but I know that those in the know can understand it, which is obviously what matters! At Adrienne’s instructions, I get a copy of the results each day. Dr. Rosen and Adrienne, his nurse practitioner, are the dynamic duo overseeing Rob’s treatment. The next step we will be taking is to set up consultations with potential surgeons for Rob’s surgery. Dr. Rosen has given us several names as the starting point. Prayer request? For these consultations and for clarity as we search for the best surgeon for Rob.
Yesterday was 1/1/11. This year will hold all sorts of new experiences. I had no idea of the life-changing events that would occur in 2010. For our family it was a very eventful and difficult year. The book, The Hiding Place, tells of Corrie Ten Boom who, at the age of 52, was torn from her normal life and subjected to life in a concentration camp. However, through all the horrific conditions, God sustained her, taught her, and molded her into a person whom He used for His purposes and glory. Having read the book of her amazing journey, I draw strength from her experience, knowing that the same God who carried her will also give us the stamina and fortitude we’ll need for the road ahead. There was a part of the concentration camp experience described in the book that stands out in my memory — fleas. The beds in the women’s barracks were flea-laden straw pallets. Corrie’s sister had told her to thank God for everything, including the fleas. Corrie, however, simply hated the fleas! The guards never entered their sleeping quarters, which made it possible for Corrie and her sister to read the Bible aloud to their fellow prisoners who gathered around them to listen and learn of God and His love for them. Reading from a Bible they had somehow been able to smuggle in to the camp would never have been allowed if the guards had known about it, but they had no clue since they would not enter the barracks because — yes — because of the fleas! The women prisoners were upheld by the comfort and hope found in God’s Word, sustaining them and giving them courage in the midst of their harrowing experiences. The presence of the fleas, as Corrie discovered years later, was what kept the guards away. So, the very thing that seemed so unbearable was used by God to actually bless them. We just never know what God will turn around to bless us.
We are told, in 1 Thess. 5:18, to “give thanks in all circumstances….” Remembering the fleas, I give thanks for the good AND the not-so-good. It’s all a part of the journey, and God is with us.