It's still snowing. The one great thing about being sick is I can enjoy the snow from the inside and now feel so guilty about not being outside shoveling it or playing in it with the relatives. Unfortunately I have to go out in it at least once a day to get to the dreaded radiation which started yesterday. It's not a comfortable feeling sitting under one of those machines. It's rather creapy knowing that the thing they're using to "cure" me can also cause the same disease I'm trying to get rid of. For now I have to trust the recommendation of my doctors. Not exceeding in trust these days, I continue to look to Psalm 118 for comfort and assurance:
I shall not die but live before Him,
And all His mighty works declare,
That all may joyfully adore Him
Who in His lovingkindness share.
In truth, the Lord has surely chastened,
But not to death delivered me;
In His paternal love He hastened
To mitigate my misery.
(Psalm 118, The Psalter)
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