My son’s baseball team primarily includes kids, like him, on the younger side who are just starting to play. The team lost the first few games that they played (since he joined – I don’t know how they did before that), sometimes with scores like 15-1.
At a recent game, they were losing 7-6 going into the bottom of the sixth inning. I felt that they kids played well and they held their own. In my mind and given their history, this was as good as it was going to get. I felt that we could end the game right then, but I’m not in charge and our team was up to bat. So I stayed to watch and the team focused on playing.
To my surprise, they made two runs! They came from behind to win, 8-7.
In other news: Chemo itself went well this week. NO VOMITING – big win there. Not even significant nausea or other unpleasantries. Yes, I set the bar low, but a day without nausea means a good day for me. Thank you for your prayers and positive energy to that end.
However, this path is never boring and among several weird and majorly uncomfortable cancer side effects, tumor is breaking through my belly button. Yes, emerging like an alien being. As if this wasn’t freaky and distressing enough on its own, the slow tearing of my skin is incredibly painful.
This path gets discouraging and sometimes I reflect and think, well, I’ve done okay so far. Maybe this is as good as it gets.
Then I think of that Little League game and realize that sometimes, it can feel like I am losing. But, if I stay in the game and keep playing, there is always the chance of coming from behind to ultimately win.
Thanks for staying and for cheering.
Blessings and sunshine,