The Beginning of Healing

Thursday and Friday I went in for my chemo treatments. They were 7-8 hours each. Since partway through Thursday I have been battling nausea and poppin' pills like crazy. Nothing sounds good to eat. Today I have eaten plain white rice with salt and half of an otter pop. I want to eat more because I know I should, it's just hard when you feel like you're barely able to keep down what's already in you. I just keep feeling my left leg (no pain there today!) and imagining the chemo already going in and killing the tumor.

It's weird how something so painful is actually killing the bad in my body and healing me. I guess that's how life is though, isn't it? It's not usually the awesome, fun experiences that mold us into better, stronger people. It's the hard stuff. Persevering through pain and trials we would have thought to destroy us actually help us become the strong, healthy, Christlike people we are meant to become.

I just know that these dark times are going to help me see the light, the good, and the happy forever. It's worth it. Even this horrible, earth-shattering trial is a part of God's plan for me to reach a currently unfathomable happiness in the future.

PS My head feels really cloudy right now. Please excuse grammatical errors/generally not making sense.