The Bend in the Road

I was going to write about starting radiation and all that goes with that. I was going to write about being scared but strong and standing on faith but then I read a poem from a book I'm reading called the Difference Maker by John C. Maxwell. I read this poem and it hit me in many ways but all of them beautiful. This poem says so much not only to a two time cancer survivor but to anyone that has a battle to fight and we all have one.

The Bend in the Road

And together we stand at life's crossroads
And view what we think is the end,
But God has a much bigger vision
And He tells us it's only a bend.

For the road goes on and is smoother,
And the pause in the song is a rest.
And the part that's unsung and unfinished
Is the sweetest and the best.

So rest and relax and grow stronger.
Let go and let God share your load,
Your work is not finished or ended,
You've just come to a bend in the road.

Helen Steiner Rice

Six More Miles

It's been a while since I've written anything and that's because I never wanted to write just to write. But now things have changed. I finished up my chemo and went to Houston for tests to see where we where with the tumor. I was waiting on the doctor when he came in with the new CT scan. To say I was tense would be the understatement of the year but for some reason I was calm and I think it's because I had truly turned it over to God, by then. They showed me the before and the after and the tumor was virtually gone. When he said, "It's almost all gone, Rob. This is great news", I went deaf. Something changed inside of me right then, right there. That's twice I've dodged a bullit and was going to be ok. I'm still processing that one.

So, now I have to do six weeks of radiation, five days a week with one day of chemo. I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared but I know that this process is to make sure the cancer never comes back. The journey won't be easy and the radiation will be rough but again I'm doing my best to turn it over to God with thanks. My mom got out a medal I got for running the White Rock Marathon in Dallas this past year. She asked me what mile did the race become hard. I said, "Mile twenty". Then she compared the next six weeks to the last six miles if that race. I remembered how I felt my body ache and how I wanted to stop but I couldn't because I just had six miles to go. I had already run twenty. These upcoming six weeks will be a challenge. My body will ache, I will cry, I will want to stop but I can't. I have six more miles to run and I just have to believe.