Being back to work with no restrictions has been great! What it really means is, obviously, I’m feeling much, much better.
Friday, I was at Emory for my “every 28 days” visit, as my maintenance medicine gets replenished every 28 days. There is a Paraprotein Concentration marker, which is measured from lab work, which is my “marker” for the amount of Myleoma likely in my body. For me, this marker has very much mirrored the amounts detected by each of the bone marrow biopsies I so much looked forward to each time.
Back in July 2017, around 2 months post stem cell transplant, my level was about 0.17. The end of October saw it around 0.1 and as of Frday it was 0.0. The PA said he’d expect my next biopsy to also be 0, but he wouldn’t put that in writing for me.
God has been good. This time last year, I was 2 months away from checking into Emory for almost a month. I’d never saw anyone close go through chemo, so I only had what I’d heard about it to base my assumptions of how bad it might be. There were a lot of unknowns. How bad would the chemo be? Would my hair fall out? Would it grow back? How long would I be out of work?
God is good. I have my health. Even though each lab shows my white blood cell counts right at the low mark, I haven’t caught anything more annoying than a brief 24 hour stomach bug- even with a horrible flu season. God continues to be good.
Throughout my life, I’ve always been “in church.” I know the promises, the “right answers” and have heard thousands of times that God is good and faithful. It’s another thing to experience it, to live through it and see it firsthand. I’ve told people “God has this” but it’s another thing altogether to be in a situation where God did have it and “it” was yours. I’ve told others I’d pray for them. It’s another thing to know and appreciate firsthand that others were praying for me. My rubber had to meet the proverbial road.
God is good. He answers (not always the way we would expect it), He is faithful and He is present. Through every sickness, success, problem, solution, family squabble, desperate time or uneventful situation we encounter, He is constant. Do you see Him in the details? He’s there- with a doctor’s hand or a decision you make or in the gentle voice of a trusted friend. He’s there. He’s involved. He’s listening. He’s hoping. He’s there.