After a restless night, I woke up to the cheerfulness of my daytime nurse proclaiming, "It's Sunday!"
Sunday means that I have been in the hospital for three days. I expect to be here for at least two more.
Sunday means that I get to try a clear liquid diet. I haven't had anything to eat or drink since Thursday.
Sunday means that I get to take a shower! I am looking pretty rough.
Sunday means that God's people are gathering together in God's house. I am missing it.
The cancer is back, more abundant and aggressive than we first thought. I wish I were at church meeting with God this morning instead of in this hospital room trying to make sense of Him.