Another three-week cycle has passed this Sunday night and tomorrow afternoon I get to high-five my oncologist after my fourth and final round of chemo, praise God! I have been waiting for this day and have finally gotten there – one day at a time. The down side is that round three’s accumulation tuckered me out even more, so after round four my high-five may resemble a low-three by the end of the week.
Even though my body is tired right now, I stand (or lounge cozily if needed…) as a testament to Christ’s personal triumph in this here child of His. An older translation of II Corinthians 2:14 expresses my testimony this way: “Now thanks be to God who leads us on in the train of His triumph!”
In my November 14 post Fleeing Seven Ways, I wrote about the Lord God mounting His steed on my behalf in conquest of the Enemy. Tonight as I contemplate the last chemo infusion filling my body again with less than desirable drugs, I can sleep soundly knowing that God’s final act of defeat of the Enemy includes me being led forth from this time on in the train of His Son’s triumph.
I have experienced health in the midst of cancer – an oxymoron if I ever heard one! – yet I know it’s true because I have lived it these last months. My reality has been Christ’s life living inside my body. His strength has been my strength as He has orchestrated the flow of the chemo drugs. If God could set the boundaries of the ocean and tell it “…this far you may come and no farther…” (Job 38:11), then surely He could set like boundaries for the chemo. I have not doubted that what needed to be protected He has protected, and what has needed to be assaulted by the drugs has been allowed to do its job. The fruit of His faithfulness is proven by the lack of side effects I have suffered. So much of what could have been hasn’t.
It is an honor to hold your head high when you know you’re following the Triumphant Christ. My head may be bald for a season, but I bear on it the mark of His kiss of love, protection, and new life.
Like anyone else who has undergone cancer treatment of various sorts, I am glad to see the chemotherapy coming to an end. As I continue to recover and lean upon more of Christ’s strength and stamina for coming out of this treatment season, I am looking forward to Phase Three of this lengthy journey – reconstruction surgery in late February 2011. Though I’ve wondered several times what more my body can take, the experiential reality of how the Lord has lived me through all this settles me. He is here now beating in my breast, and He’s already waiting for me in the future.
He is my Triumph, and I am…
Being led on,