Three days of Mercy

I have been so busy, I haven't had time to sit down at the computer!

Which has mostly been a good thing.

A week ago, I was begging for some mercy.  Apparently God, or a friend, or both, heard my pleading.

First, our chemo was delayed a few days so that we can now be on a weekday schedule rather than a weekend schedule. 

Which in itself will hopefully be much easier on our social life. 

Lately we have had to ditch friends in the middle of dinner to rush Andrew to the hospital with a fever. 

Hopefully this change will allow us to feel a little more connected.

The extra four days also allowed us to plan a little vacation. 

 And breathe a sigh of relief.

This past weekend some friends of ours invited us to use their "cabin" up in Flagstaff

(northern Arizona, about 20 degrees cooler than Phx area). 

I pictured the standard cabin--drafty windows, rugged interior, etc.

and was excited about it. 

But then we got up there.  This place was a resort. 

There was a pool, kiddie pools, restaurants, golfing, a spa, and on and on. 

 And our friends (while not there) paid for all of it. 

We went out to dinner and got out our credit card, and were informed that

 "the bill had been taken care of." 

 I decided to splurge and get a massage. 

I got out my wallet, and was told the "bill had been paid." 

Everywhere we went they treated us like royalty.

They even paid for our gatorades and M & Ms out by the pool.

  It was truly amazing. 

And the scenery was absolutely gorgeous! 

We were able to relax, play, hike, take pictures, spend time together,

and try to take our minds off of our current situation. 

It sure felt like mercy.

And when we arrived home, we had two hats in the mail!

Thank you to the beautiful people in Georgia and Florida. 

Andrew is enjoying the packages and his fun new hats!

(His brothers are enjoying their goodies too. Thank you. So sweet.)

And now back to our chemo reality. 

But even then, there has been mercy.

We are at home.

Three hours in the clinic each day for 5 days, and then back home.

Back in our own beds, eating dinner together,

and trying to live as normally as possible.

We continue to be amazed by the generosity and thoughtfulness

of friends and "strangers." 

Mercy indeed.