"Moving On"

Tomorrow will end my stay at my daughter's place in Wilmington, NC. When we first arrived, I cried for nearly two days straight, homesick and feeling like a six year old kid away at camp. I have had a restful time, even though my cup is yet to drink when I return home. Each morning I would wake up early while everyone else was still snoring, lying still while visions of chemo danced in my head. I have come to know that the only peace I can truly have is through reading God's Word each day and constantly calling upon Him to settle my nerves. My mastectomy seems to have healed nicely and I thank Him for that. I have been trying to drink plenty of liquids as I have issues with this on a regular day. I know that this will be expected of me during treatment. I keep pushing back the thoughts that my heart will in someway not be strong enough to take the drug I need to and when I have my Echo-gram on the 9th, they'll say to me..."sorry, but..." I keep telling God that He's the one that made me and that He knows I'm a worrier..and if He wants me to stop worrying, He'll have to do it...it's beyond me. Whatever lies ahead, I will have to face it. I must say that I have offered any and everybody that will listen, a nice looking wig to wear and a pocketful of pennies if they'd like to take my place, but so far...no takers. God bless each and everyone who reads this and who has said a prayer for me. You'll never know how much it means to me.