We can’t explain it. We can only, as the Bible directs us, give all the glory and praise and thanksgiving to God. In spite of all the evidence, in the face of incredible odds, in opposition to everything we have been told, Carrie-Anne is not sore and she is not nauseated after receiving her first “Red Devil” chemotherapy treatment on Friday. The chemo and the white-blood cell booster were supposed to knock my wife for a loop. The side effects – throwing up, muscle soreness, bone pain, nausea, loss of appetite, mouth and throat sores, exhaustion – were supposed to take Carrie-Anne out of commission for two to eight days. Well, I am thrilled to report that she is very tired and sleepy but she was never nauseated and her body soreness lasted a little less than 24 hours.

Yes, Carrie-Anne spent a lot of time yesterday and Saturday dozing off and falling in and out of sleep in her chair. She never does that – I’m the one who dozes off on the couch or in the recliner, not her. But no nausea. No pain. We kept expecting it to come. I asked her about it every 20-30 minutes. Are you sore? How are your arms and legs? Nothing! We tried to make the pain come. Does this hurt? Does that feel bad? Nothing!

By 7:00 or 8:00 Saturday night, she was experiencing some soreness. Oh, no, we thought, here we go. By the time she went to bed at around 9:30, she was reporting serious muscle pain. Terrible soreness. When she woke up Sunday morning, it was worse. She told me she felt like she was 110-years old, everything hurt. She was shuffling around the house, slowly, and stooped over. Things had improved a bit by lunchtime yesterday. And by 8:00 last night, it looked like the pain was gone. Like, it’s over. Are you sure you don’t want to throw up or something? Just so it’ll feel more real? I mean, it ended just as quickly as it had come on. This morning, she was completely pain-free. Nothing! She went to work as usual and seems to be having a really normal day.

She still feels really exhausted and overly tired, but she’s not hurting anywhere. The Tylenol and anti-nausea medicines are doing their jobs. And our Lord is being abundantly merciful to her. We are so very thankful to God.

As our Midland oncologist was complimenting Carrie-Anne Friday on her diligence in doing everything exactly right to give her the best results from her chemotherapy treatments, as he was marveling at her commitment to the cold caps and her still luxuriously thick head of hair, he told her in all seriousness, “I don’t think you’re going to be able to save your hair through this next round.”

Carrie-Anne looked right at him and said just as determinedly as you can imagine, “We’ll see.”

You know, this type of “triple-negative” breast cancer Carrie-Anne has is found mainly in African American or American Indian women under 40 – about 90% of all cases. She’s been defying the odds on this all along. And, by God’s grace, she still is today.

Peace,

Allan

The cold caps, gloves, slippers, and eye masks have been placed in the freezer, Carrie-Anne’s medicine charts have been color-coded and reviewed,  and we are ready for tomorrow’s next phase of her chemotherapy treatments. As ready, I guess, as we can be. Medical professionals and breast cancer survivors call what Carrie-Anne is receiving tomorrow the “Red Devil.” The chemo cocktail is red in color and bad to the bone. The side effects are typically much worse and longer lasting, the impact to one’s heart and digestive system is more dangerous and, overall, it makes the patient feel really bad. All we’ve heard about this treatment is bad. C-A will be taking many pills before and after each of these infusions to mitigate the side effects – several pills every day over these two months. They’ve prepared us for the worst. And, yes, we’re a little anxious about it.

We’re refusing to call it “Red Devil.” We’re just calling it the Final Four.

The first infusion is tomorrow and a booster follows on Saturday, then two weeks later another infusion and booster, another treatment two weeks after that, and the fourth and final infusion two weeks later. We’ll be finished with it all June 16.

We are both grateful to our Lord for the relative ease with which C-A has endured the initial twelve-weeks of chemotherapy. The side effects have been minimal and short-lived. It’s almost become – dare I say – routine. But these next few weeks are going to be a different story. We are both committed to what’s in front of us, trusting in our God, and confident in our doctors and in the Lord’s care. We are thankful for the love and support of our family and our brothers and sisters at GCR Church.

Thank you for keeping up with us on this and for your prayers on our behalf and the continuous encouragement. May our Lord’s will be done in us and through us tomorrow and for the next eight weeks just as it is in heaven.

Peace,

Allan

Happy Birthday to my darling wife who is as beautiful on the inside as she is on the outside. This is one talented, dependable, compassionate, and determined chick. She is stronger than ever, she is inspiring everyone who knows her, she is impacting the lives of dozens of kids, and she belongs to our Lord Jesus. She is funny and fiercely loyal and she has her own dance. She is high maintenance in the most non-traditional ways. Carrie-Anne is hot-natured, a little  impulsive, and very forgiving. And by God’s grace, she is mine. And I love her with all my heart.