After my last chemo treatment yesterday I rang the ceremonial bell on the oncology infusion floor. The nurses sang a song while I blushed, cried and felt a tab bit embarrassed. It’s been a long road since my diagnosis back in April. I was overcome with joy and blinded by tears. Especially when the nurses sang Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey, goodbye.
I hugged and thanked them for their care. I came to the end of my chemo treatment and I couldn’t have done it without their help. My next bell will be after 6 weeks of radiation.
Today, the morning after I woke up feeling blessed even though I feel weak and sick. God has been good to me. I have learned more during this battle than any trial I have ever faced.
Even during moments of silence I felt His comfort and especially when I read God’s words written in Habakkuk 2:2-3.
“Then the LORD answered me and said: Write the vision. And make it plain on tablets. That he may run who reads it. For the vision is yet for the appointed time; It hastens toward the goal and it will not fail. Though it tarries, wait for it; For it will certainly come, it will not delay.”
So I’m writing my vision on this blog. I will be be ringing a bell at my 5 year and 10 year mark of living cancer free. Maybe even blow a horn from my yard.
In the Old Testament, Hebrews blew a shofar (a trumpet), a rams horn for several reasons. It was a call for an assembly, a call for repentance, worship, to usher in festivals, to inspire, a call to war and a call for a celebration. Yes I think I may need to blow a shofar.