After pestering doctor’s offices, on Friday Bonnie obtained an appointment for the initial consultation with a radiologist as a precursor to beginning several weeks of radiation treatment. Evidently, we are a little more self-absorbed with Bonnie’s health than some of the medical professionals we have encountered since 2012. Perhaps you remember that after several surgeries and procedures in three hospitals spread over Mississippi and Tennessee, Bonnie’s doctor at the time dismissed her. He said that he didn’t know what the blockage was in her bile duct, but he managed to put a stent through it. We were to come back in a year or two, and if the mass had spread by then, it might be cancerous. Or, he advised, if concerned about it, we could begin chemotherapy just in case or seek a surgeon have it cut out. Being proactive for Bonnie’s health and appalled at the dismissal and failure by doctors to identify the problem, we sought competent medical help elsewhere. The rest is history; Bonnie has been battling pancreatic cancer upon discovery of the true nature of the blockage, which had already spread. When standing at the counter, doctors’ offices make appointments when they can; out of sight, out of mind, apparently is the norm if an appointment with medical professionals must be scheduled after we leave the doctor’s office. We don’t like to do it, but “pestering” is a part of being proactive to receive competent and timely medical attention. Thursday, October 23 Bonnie and I meet for the first time with the radiologist.
Bonnie has had her ups and downs since becoming ill in 2012. She beat pancreatic cancer once, but it has returned. We are getting ready to fight it again. Bonnie’s days lately have been characterized by pain and nausea. Hopefully, shrinking the cancer with radiation will alleviate some of the pain. We continue to covet your prayers and encouragement. Bonnie and I remain immersed in the behind the scenes relative to our overall labors for the Lord, namely literature at the moment in absence of domestic and foreign travel for now – The Voice of Truth International, shipping literature and writing an outreach book that I have been asked to write.
On another happy subject, a young man – a high school student – asked to be baptized at the conclusion of worship this morning at the Old Union Church of Christ in the woods of Carroll County, Mississippi. With neither parental encouragement nor example, he made the most important decision that a person could ever make. There is always hope, often in this life, and certainly in eternity.