Crabby

How is that I can be having a not-so-great morning, dealing with rambunctious boys, tiredness, and just the general ick that comes with having (had) cancer and then when I got to radiation, essentially not the place I wanted to be, I was completely cheered up by "the girls" simply by talking about books?

It isn't fun to have to leave the boys (and soon all the kids) on a daily basis, and driving in the construction traffic is not the most desirable thing, and I definitely don't love the idea of being in the vicinity of radioactive substances and having those substances directed at my chest, but it sure is nice to know that if you have to do those things, that you can count on the people who are there to have a smile on their faces and kindness in their hearts. 

Something that has gone through my mind repeatedly as I stare at the ceiling during radiation is, "Where does my help come from?"  It is from the 121st Psalm and goes like this:

1 I lift up my eyes to the hills-- where does my help come from? 2 My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth. 3 He will not let your foot slip-- he who watches over you will not slumber; 4 indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep. 5 The LORD watches over you-- the LORD is your shade at your right hand; 6 the sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night. 7 The LORD will keep you from all harm-- he will watch over your life; 8 the LORD will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.

After a further discussion with these girls post-radiation about churches, I know that my help has indeed come from the LORD through the L1 girls.  Now when I stare at the ceiling and wonder,  I can also remember thank God for their sparks of joy that have help to re-kindle my own. 

Pre-radiation. Crabby:

Post-radiation. Better: