After a weekend of rest and hanging out with friends, my blood counts looked better this morning - good enough to start the 4th and FINAL round! I should be excited, but as I sit in the hospital, I'm feeling more nauseous than excited. In my heart, I know that I have to start if I ever hope to finish, but that doesn't make the path any easier. I've decided that it's like the end of a grueling 3 hour basketball practice and all you have left are the stingers (suicides for you non-Hornets). All you really want to do is lay down or find a trash can, but you know that there's no way coach is letting you out of the gym without running. So that being said, I'm taking a deep breath and going to the line. Not only will I finish, I plan to be first. And I keep telling myself- this will prepare me for success.
"I trust in you O Lord; I say "you are my God." My times are in your hands."
~Psalm 31:14-15a
