Since it's Wednesday it meant we saw the doctor after radiation treatment this morning.
Sean's voice is definitely gone. It was coming and going for a while, but he cannot speak anymore. I need to get him something to write on so he can communicate.
He can no longer swallow either, not even liquids. So, we got new prescriptions of his meds in liquid form or dissolve able pills that we can then put through his feeding tube.
It's all part of the difficult journey of getting rid of the cancer. Even the doctor said that this is an extremely difficult course of treatment.
On one plus side...he doesn't have to shave anymore...for the time being at least...no facial hair growth.
Here is a hymn that a facebook friend of mine posted yesterday and is definitely one of my favorites as well, and fits with the situation:
This hymn was written after two major traumas in Spafford’s life. The first was the great Chicago Fire of October 1871, which ruined him financially (he had been a wealthy businessman). Shortly after, while crossing the Atlantic, all four of Spafford’s daughters died in a collision with another ship. Spafford’s wife Anna survived and sent him the now famous telegram, “Saved alone.” Several weeks later, as Spafford’s own ship passed near the spot where his daughters died, the Holy Spirit inspired these words. They speak to the eternal hope that all believers have, no matter what pain and grief befall them on earth.
<hr>When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Refrain
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
Refrain
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
Refrain
For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
Refrain
But, Lord, ‘tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord!
Blessèd hope, blessèd rest of my soul!
Refrain
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.
Refrain







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Please know I am keeping you and Sean in my prayers......am praying for a miracle for him........there is power and strength in prayer.....God ALWAYS hears.....He always listens to our cries for help! God IS, indeed, in the miracle business.........my hubby is one miracle!! Bless you both!
we have many prayers being lifted and it is helping...needs keep getting met when they arrive...I know Sean will make it through this, I just hate seeing him suffer because of it
A small white eraser board and maybe even a few of those "magic slates" from the dollar store sound like they would work. And a bell if he just needs someone to come to him.
Hugs to all and our thoughts and prayers are with you always.
yeah, we need to definitely get him something to be able to get people's attention
Just get a happy sounding one.
Losing ones ability to communicate is a sort of pain. The white board would be a perfect solution. We are headed to Pittsburgh tomorrow to find out what lies in store for Bill in chemo or radiation. Seems we are just a few steps behind you.
Bill's biggest gripe is being tethered to a feeding tube for twelve hours a day. We have broken the time into segments but he is still tethered.
I've printed your hymn so I may whisper it to myself in those "by myself" times.
when he woke from his tonsillectomy he was not able to speak but he at least wasn't intubated...he too had a clip board and paper to be able to "talk" with the medical staff and visitors...
LOL I am sure they would. :) Just kidding.
we've sung this one often in our church....but I hadn't thought about it till my FB friend had posted it
Mare~
You who dwell in the shelter of the Lord,
Who abide in His shadow for life,
Say to the Lord, "My Refuge,
My Rock in Whom I trust."
And He will raise you up on eagle's wings,
Bear you on the breath of dawn,
Make you to shine like the sun,
And hold you in the palm of His Hand.
The snare of the fowler will never capture you,
And famine will bring you no fear;
Under His Wings your refuge,
His faithfulness your shield.
And He will raise you up on eagle's wings,
Bear you on the breath of dawn,
Make you to shine like the sun,
And hold you in the palm of His Hand.
You need not fear the terror of the night,
Nor the arrow that flies by day,
Though thousands fall about you,
Near you it shall not come.
And He will raise you up on eagle's wings,
Bear you on the breath of dawn,
Make you to shine like the sun,
And hold you in the palm of His Hand.
For to His angels He's given a command,
To guard you in all of your ways,
Upon their hands they will bear you up,
Lest you dash your foot against a stone.
And He will raise you up on eagle's wings,
Bear you on the breath of dawn,
Make you to shine like the sun,
And hold you in the palm of His Hand.