This stuff is progressing rapidly.

Yesterday was a great day at church.  I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to play my keyboard, because my eyes (left eye particularly) was so swollen, but I made it through. Communion was served – always a special time.  6 people joined our church. One was a couple that apparently used to attend, but now they are back.  She is in our Bible study group and is such a blessing there.  One lady who several months ago, I invited to church.  She came the next Sunday and has been coming ever since.  Her son and daughter-in-law were there.  So great to see them!!  Three ladies, one of whom lives next door to our Eagle Street house and I think her two daughters, but not sure about that.  The one who is on Eagle is the daughter of the lady who years ago invited me to the Bible study.

After the service, we had a pot luck dinner in the basement.  I went over to the table with the three ladies to tell them how glad I was that they had joined the church.  The one young lady said, “You look beautiful today.” WHAT???  I didn’t think I heard her correctly,so I said, “What did you say?” “You look beautiful today.”  I started to cry!!  She got up and gave me a big hug.  I told her she just made my day.  Believe me, I’m about the farthest thing from beautiful that I’ve been for a long time!  My forehead was so swollen, and since I had bled out that morning in the shower, I placed a bandage over the area and wore one of my warm crocheted hats – a pink one with a crocheted flower on the side.  I was afraid to wear my wig for fear that I might start bleeding again and get it on the wig.  Anyway, here was a young lady that I didn’t really even know, but she was certainly an angel that God sent to me out of the blue!  I couldn’t get her out of my mind the rest of the day.

Then, this morning I woke up, and my left eye is nearly swollen shut. I can barely open it.  And my upper lip is all puffy – I look like I’ve been in a fight or a car accident.  How am I going to make it until Friday when I get the IV chemo??? I see Dr. Page tomorrow.  Maybe he will start it early.  This cancer is progressing at an alarming rate right now. My face is so grotesque, even I can hardly look in the mirror.

Yesterday, I quilted a small wall hanging and sewed on the binding.  I worked on the hand stitching part of the binding last night, but didn’t get that part finished.  

I’m not sure I can see well enough to finish the binding today. This is my first attempt at free-hand quilting a design other than meandering.  It was hard in the part where the flowers were because I could not see where I had stitched – partly because of my vision, and partly because the thread just didn’t show up against that design. If the swelling in my eye will go down just a little I might be able to get it done today – the first thing completely finished since going back to my quilting. I have another really pretty panel I want to do the same thing to, if I can get to it.  I’m still waiting on my backing fabric to come for my applique flower quilt I got together.  If this upcoming medication doesn’t take over soon, I’ll not get to do any of it.

It snowed overnight again.  Looks like we probably have about an inch.  The other snow had just about melted except on the north side of things. I can hear the wind really blowing today.  Thankfully, I don’t have to get out.  When I finish this, I will just sit with my ice pack and listen to Pandora

I’m pretty discouraged today.  I hope I can make it until Friday.  I sent pictures last night of this rapid progression to Dr. Powers, but have not heard back from him.  I don’t know when he leaves for Italy. He may be on his way now.

When you think of me, think of these pictures. This is the way I feel inside and want to be remembered.

Please pray for:

My eyes – don’t really want to be blind.

My lip(s) – I look like a hawk with a big beak.

My mood/attitude – don’t like being down.

Slowing of the spread of this cancer and the medication will work.

Itching of the lesions

Dr. Powers – that he comes home with a miracle.  I know that is a stretch, but I can hope.

And as always……I’m in his hands.

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