Last week at work, I was talking with my boss about some upcoming duties, and in a moment of clarity, I realized that I was in over my head on a couple of projects. I asked her if there was any way we could change things around a bit, and she said it would be no problem.
I let out a huge sigh.
"Ok, I admit it," I said. "I can't do everything."
She laughed, agreeing that she couldn't either. No one could.
That's how I feel again today, only this time in the rest of my life.
Ever since my recent cancer diagnosis, I have been looking forward to the next couple of weeks. I have my sister's wedding to participate in on Saturday, a work trip to Vermont with four presentations to give beginning Sunday, and a fun trip to Texas the following Saturday with friends to visit and a writing retreat to attend. Then, radiation therapy begins.
Once my surgery was scheduled, I realized that it would be exactly four weeks from the time I was in the operating room until the time I would begin my wild two weeks. I was optimistic, certain I would be ready.
Tomorrow, it all starts. And now I'm not sure I can do it.
Would you pray for me?
Today, I saw my radiation oncologist who was realistic and optimistic about my case. I have a planning CT scan scheduled for next week between trips, and then radiation will begin on October 4 after I return from Texas. I am thankful for all the kind medical professionals on my team. Jesus uses them to bring healing and hope.