Immunotherapy, Infusion 2, 7/20

I'm sitting at the infusion center, waiting for my next treatment of immunotherapy. I feel awful.

This morning Dr. Robinson gently reminded me that I can decline treatment. His compassion was evident as he looked me in the eye and acknowledged both the pain I am living with and the uncertainty of the road ahead. I could be going through all of this with no measurable impact on the disease, just as chemotherapy ultimately had no effect.

I am now making decisions in a place where there are no guarantees, only hopes and possibilities. Today feels heavy.

As I sit in this infusion chair, I find myself asking, “Can my greatest pain become the place where God accomplishes His greatest work in and through me?”