I had bloodwork done on Thursday, and my white cell count was low, but not dangerous - it was 1.5. For those of you who, like me, are on a huge learning curve, a healthy count is anywhere between 2 and 8, I think. So, I'm low, but I guess 0.5 is where they start really worrying.
Other than that, this week has been completely exhausting. I have been tired, exhausted, cranky(sorry honey...), and my bones have hurt SO badly. Hopefully this "off" week will be better, and I'll feel better before it's time for my next round.
It's been hard not to feel sorry for myself this week - I really, really miss feeling good )sigh....winter of 2008, you are a fond memory!). Wow. Welcome to the pity party. So, to combat that, I started making a list of all the promises that God's made to me. Here are a few of my favorites:
His love will never failThe thing is, God never promised me good health. It would be easy to wish He had, but I know He has a plan, and I am confident of His love. It would also be easy to compare myself to someone else (you know, "someone" always has it worse than you!), but it's really not about other people, either. This is about me and God. And He's shown up, every time.
He'll never leave me
He'll never forsake me
He hears my prayers
He's the Great Comforter - to me, to those around me who are hurting, to all of us.
He WILL work everything for my good.
My salvation is sure (what a big one! ask me if you don't know what I mean by that!)
With that, I'm off to nap until Dave brings home dinner.
Thanks for your prayers!