I do want to correct two wrong impressions I seem to have left with my last post. First of all I have nothing against hospice. I think they are a great organization with even greater people involved. I plan to use them, just not yet. It seems the trend these days is to get hospice involved earlier than what used to be so they can get familiar with the patient, family and circumstances. People used to wait until they were on their death bed. I will wait until I am at least close to my death bed and I’m happy to report that I’m not close yet. Fortunately I’ve been feeling good. I even got out and cleaned all the snow off the driveway, sidewalks and cars yesterday. Then I went out to lunch with AJ and his fiance.
The other wrong impression I gave some people was that I was now seeking a natural cure. I am not. My intent is to get my body strong, mostly on it’s own but utilizing any medical intervention needed to get it there. I will have tests done to make sure it’s ready. Then, hopefully, I will mount another full scale chemo attack.
Now I’d like to share something I received last week. My good friend Linda works with a lady named Althea. Linda shared my blog with Althea and Althea wrote a poem which Linda forwarded to me. I hope it doesn’t seem like I’m tooting my own horn. It just made me feel good.
A BEACON OF LIGHT
For the past 28 months, you've shared the struggles you face
Ups and downs, highs and lows, have dominated your race
Amazing how your sense of humor, is well and so alive
The laughter you give helps us to bear, the tears here in our eyes
You mentioned how you wonder, why God has prolonged your life
It is because he has ordained you, as a beacon of light
For you to be able to encourage another, while you are going through
Is evidence you are an angel, and God is using you
For it is said that God knows, how much we can bear
He uses the strong to help the weak, realize hope is there
Our prayer for you Jerry Wyman, is that you will receive
All the strength you’ve given out, for others relief
May God grant you and your mom, sweet serenity
As the two of you press toward victory, through your journey
By: Althea Price-Drayton