Deanna and I are taking a road trip to Peoria Arizona today to watch a couple of Padres spring training games. Spring training is the time of year when the young and still eager to excel rookies mingle with wizened injury healing veterans. The games are played with a freshness and joy that comes from unbridled abandonment to hope for great things to come in the season just ahead.
My favorite time of year has always been early spring when "all things are made new" and budding life is showing itself in childlike splendor all around us. Withered dreary browning plant life is decaying into mulch from which the the roots of new seeds and bulbs take nourishment. I'm hoping that the desert is joyfully blooming after the abundant rainfall we enjoyed the past month. I'm camera ready for it!
My recovery is progressing gradually and God reminds me constantly that His time, His healing, and His renewal will come as He wills it... not as I wish it.
I am totally off the PEG tube (though the Dr. decided that I should keep it for another month as a precaution for unforeseen complications). A small concession in the big picture. My sense of taste is beginning to come back and I've been trying some solid foods. Last night I had half of a chicken breast with marinara sauce. Not bad.
I'm thankful to be progressing in my physical recovery from a the harsh winter of chemo, radiation, and surgery. Although I won't know for certainty weather the cancer is gone, I am hopeful for it and will continue with each day as a new creation knowing that it is all that the Lord gives us and "tomorrow will take care of itself."
Onward and forward in God's hands, timing, and mercy.