Gold Jesus and The Saint

I immediately start tapering off the chemotherapy, down half a pill a week.
It will take a month to be done. We also decrease steroids down to 500 mg, then three infusions at 125 mg, then the last three will be at 80 mg.
I will continue until right before transplant because they don’t want to risk me crashing.
I have no appointment to see Dr. Stuart again. He said to come say hi after we’re back.
Now that felt strange! To leave with nothing on the books was unimaginable six months ago.
Back when I first got sick, Michaels’ cousin Joe sent down a pendant of St.Peregrine that had been blessed. The prayer on the card was poetic and I liked the thought of a saint in my corner even though I’m not Catholic. I had it put on a beaded bracelet that was stretchy and had another one made with an old pendant I had of Jesus’s face in gold.
So, that is how I referred to them.
Gold Jesus and The Saint.
My food angel, Jenny, had picked up a similar bracelet with a turquoise cross, so I put that on too. My moms boss made a bracelet for me using beads that have the Chinese symbol for miracle on them. So I wore that one everyday too. I also had one from Tibet that was made up of prayer beads. It was my spiritual version of a Wonder Woman bracelet.
So, when I walked into a Hallmark store in May to get a card the woman behind the counter asked me about them.
I gave her the condensed version.
She then asked if she could give me something, um sure.
She took off a beautiful green enamel bracelet that she had gotten in Bosnia. She said it had come from a village where the Blessed Mother visits a little boy named Ivan every night and miracles happen there all the time.
It had been blessed by ninety priests and it’s intention was for a miracle.
She said she never wore it and was baffled at why she had gone back to put it on that morning. She said she felt like it was for me and she wanted me to have it.
A few days later I was reading the book of Hebrews in the Bible.
It says” No discipline seems enjoyable at the time, but painful. Later on however it brings peace and righteousness to those who have been trained by it.
Therefore strengthen your tired hands and weakened knees and make a straight path for your feet so that what is lame may not be dislocated but healed.”

Amazing grace…

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