Friday, July 27 (Day -11)

Chemo day 1

Happy feet on the other end of th IV.  So far, so good.

Reminds me of something really interesting I read the other day,  Have you ever noticed that when geese fly in a V formation that there is most often one leg longer than the other? There is actually a really good reason for that:

There are more geese on the longer side.

You can’t hate me for that.  I’m having chemo.

Can you tell that this is boring? Boring maybe, but God is working a miracle.  My late Pastor, John Osteen (Joel’s father) was old school Texan and he taught me well.  He used to say, “I’d rather aim high and miss it than shoot low and get it!”  I’m going for it all.

This experience may ruin me for life though.  People approach me with massage coupons, mysteriously know my name (mispronounced as BaLAYta), clean the suite like Ninjas, cook every meal, drive me anywhere I ask, and provide me with more water than my happy bladder can hold.  It’s like a spa with needles.

The only thing that can’t be addressed is my heartache,  It’s wild how I will be just fine, then grief just erupts like the volcano outside the window.  It’s all ok though–I just keep thinking how glad he’d be to see me better.  But WAIT! He does see.  He is here–just a breathe away.

Hebrews 12:1 Complete Jewish Bible (CJB)

12 So then, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us, too, put aside every impediment — that is, the sin which easily hampers our forward movement — and keep running with endurance in the contest set before us.


Wednesday, July 25 (Day -13)

Sort of a slow day.  Had a couple of appointments today, but we were free after noon.  So…we were off to the Museso Internacional del Barroco/International Baroque Museum for an attempt at cultural enlightenment.

Then off to an outrageous late lunch/dinner!

Above: our driver extraordinaire, Lorenzo and one of MOSC’s finest caregivers, Patti.

I’m in Group 4, which means that I start later than everyone else, so I’m living it up for now.  Woot!  Had a beer with dinner.

Monday, July 23 (Day -15)

That, my friends, is an active volcano! Photo taken from  our rooftop terrace.


This whole thing is truly amazing. I can’t believe how successfully they have integrated five different companies to work as one to get  patients in and out of  HSCT.


To say this is a well-oiled the machine is really an understatement. Every single moment of my schedule has been accounted for— including leisure time.

Oh my gosh! Someone just approached me and told me that I have a free massage available to me anytime.

Two Days Away!


My daughter read this at John Harlan’s Memorial Celebration and I can’t figure out for the life of me how she got through it. But, speaking of getting through it, I couldn’t have possibly have come this far without the Sunday night group:

Sunday night Collage

This was only the beginning.  At  John’s (aka JH, JohnHarlan, Enka) Memorial Celebration, somehow we all decided on having a game night.  The first night was on Mother’s Day and what could have been a sloppy meltdown day for me started a weekly tradition of gathering at our home for whatever game someone comes up with.

God promised me that He would be near to those with a crushed spirit and broken heart.  He also said that He would comfort me.


These kids have drawn near me weekly to comfort me.  I’ve taken God at His Word for seeing me through this incredible loss and it looks like He’s doing just what He said He would.

A very close friend of mine showered me with prayer and encouragement over the last couple of months, and I received word yesterday that her son (who was a friend of JH  years ago) died last Sunday in a car accident.  My heart breaks for her, but now, because of what God’s done in me, I can be there for her to help her navigate these barbaric waters.

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.

2 Corinthians 1:3-4 

The longer I’m around, the less I realize that I know.  Thank God for that!  I’ve envisioned myself prancing into Heaven waving a notepad full of injustices and unanswered questions, then marching up to Jesus, slamming my grievances on the table and standing before Him with my hands on my hips demanding answers.  Why did JohnHarlan die so young? What’s up with this MS stuff?  Why do women usually have one breast bigger than the other and what good are mosquitos?

The bottom line is that when it’s over here, it will be over. I want to see my boy again…just not today.

The big pack

So, it’s a safe bet to say that I’m not the most organized woman on the planet. I try, but it’s just not my strong suit.  I bought a label maker and labeled the hell out of everything in the garage and as amazing as it seems, it has worked! So, next I’m labeling everything to go to Mexico.

Strange items to take to Mexico: heating pad, ginger candies, scarves and socks.  But! they are labeled and I can find them.

bunch of white oval medication tablets and white medication capsules
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.comAtt

Attempting to organize my prescriptions and still have room for myself. To think that I didn’t take anything at all for symptoms for the first 20 years and now I am up to my eyeballs in pills. At least there are no DMD’s in the mix!