My next Chemotherapy is scheduled for Monday, 28 January.
After every 4 cycles of chemotherapy, I will undergo a CT-Scan to determine the efficacy of the chemotherapy.
After the 1st 4 cycles, there was marked improvement to the liver function and on the CT scan, it showed that the cancer in the liver had regressed. After the 2nd 4 cycles, in the words of the radiologist that did the CT report, “The previously noted hypodense liver lesion involving segments 3, 4 and 5 has largely resolved. The liver outline is smooth.” My oncologist is obviously quite happy with the outcome.
For the coming 4 cycles, you can say that it is a kind of milestone as it is the start of a new phase of battle to rid the body of the pancreatic tumor.
The church and Vicar is going to conduct communion for me and the family this evening and actually I was thinking of posting an entry only after the communion but Josie sent a message to me this morning and it says “just very thankful to GOD for His mercy and grace... lets believe His complete work in our lives and He loves us and never let go...” It is the trigger for me to want to make an “early” post before the communion.
It is true that we are very thankful to GOD (Capital letters) for His mercy and grace for without it I shudder to think how I might have tolerated the chemotherapies. To believe His complete work in our lives is by no mean an easy task considering the seriousness of Stage IV Pancreatic Cancer and the lack of or extremely low rate of success in treating this disease. To believe He loves us and never let go is in line with our trust in Him, His grace, His mercy and dependence on Him and His sovereignty.
This hymn comes to mind as I end this blog entry:
My Hope Is Built On Nothing Less
Author: Edward Mote (1834)
My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness:
I dare not trust the sweetest frame, but wholly lean on Jesus' Name.
[Refrain]
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand:
All other ground is sinking sand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
When darkness veils His lovely face, I rest on His unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale, my anchor holds within the veil.
His oath, His covenant, His blood support me in the whelming flood;
When all around my soul gives way, He then is all my hope and stay.
When He shall come with trumpet sound, O may I then in Him be found:
Dressed in His righteousness alone, faultless to stand before the throne.
Truly in Him we trust.
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