Well. I am back in chemo again.
Back where I was a year ago.
But this room has no floor to ceiling windows overlooking the swan pond. No, this room is tiny. crowded between the pharmacy and the restroom.
Everyone is busy and they tell me that even though it’s three o’clock, some of the nurses have not yet had their lunches.
And so I sit. For the first time on this chemo journey, I did not have my “support person.” Kelli is not allowed to sit with me through my treatment because of Covid 19.
I am ok, but I feel for the older gentleman who stood in the lobby and said loudly, “I’m going in with my wife and won’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Not sure how far he got, but he was sad.
But then I think about the support person I do have – the Holy Spirit.
He is always here for me.
He doesn’t have to have a temperature check.
He doesn’t hurry down the hall to get me a snack.
He doesn’t have to check the doses on my infusion bags.
He never leaves.
He’s here for to give me comfort.
Doesn’t matter how busy the staff is.
I don’t know what you’re doing today.
I pray it isn’t chemo because there is a lot more fun things you could be doing.
Maybe you’re trying to figure out your child’s school for next year.
Or the logistics of a job where you have lost still more hours.
Or taking your child to the orthodontist.
Or trying to figure out how to squeeze in a visit to an elderly parent.
Whatever it is – your support person is there. Nothing gets in His way – not face masks. Not politics. Not hospital rules. Not chemo. He is ALWAYS there.
Don’t forget that.
John 14:16-18 – And I will ask the Father, and He will give you another advocate to help you and be with you forever— the Spirit of truth. The world cannot accept him, because it neither sees him nor knows him. But you know him, for He lives with you and will be in you.