This won't be a very long post, but I wanted to get this out there so my prayer warriors can get to work.
For the past couple of days, Jean-Marc hasn't been eating well. He usually wolfs down his food, but he's been acting strange at the table and playing with his food more than he's been eating. Then today, he had some diarrhea. At about 5 p.m., I started feeling a bit queasy myself.
Maybe its just the gross out factor at having to clean the little potty of a few runny poos. But maybe I'm coming down with the bug that Jean-Marc seems to have had. I have no appetite, and could easily see myself throwing up. As I am cooking dinner for the kids, my stomach is starting to knot up at the smells.
I still have to be a mom, though. Eric is out of town until tomorrow night. Kids need fed, they need to get to school, and Jean-Marc needs to be taken care of.
My urgent prayer request is that I do not get sick. I know my white counts are probably pretty low and that I'm susceptible to illness. Last round, at 2 weeks post chemo, they were low. I'm nearly at that point.
Thank you for your prayers!
About this blog
I was diagnosed with breast cancer on June 11, 2010. As a result of my treatment, I have lymphedema in my left arm. I draw my strength from the Lord, as well as my family's Scots-Irish heritage. Our Graham's were a tough and scrappy bunch of fighters on the Scottish/English border. They came to America and continued to fight when necessary: in the American Revolution; the Civil War; and my brother is a Captain in the U.S. Army. My ancestors settled this country against all odds. My great-grandmothers on both sides of the family were pioneer women who settled the West. Along with that heritage, and the full armor of God, I am walking the walk and fighting the good fight.