First, some good news. After two years of squirrels embezzling all my peaches, God intervened!

I‘ve had only two squirrel sightings this year, and neither of them (thanks be to God) got a whiff of peach breath! Woodchucks look up hopefully, waiting for drops and giving thanks for their daily bread.

Is my cancer picture good or bad news? Can’t tell yet. I have opted for an off-beat, non-medically-approved protocol that has strong, anecdotal evidence. I take Panacur C (puppy de-worming med), along with assorted vitamins and CBD oil. At least one study on this, by Nature magazine, carries some weight, but for me, it’s a gamble, if you will. For now,  I’m reasonably well and strong, with no pain. Pretty good shape for #4 lung cancer! This could change, but after my 3-month trial, I’ll have a better picture of things to come.

My options:
*  Do nothing—live a number of months
*  Oncologist-recommended, personalized, genomic treatment with limited side effects—add 6 months to a year. Remains Stage 4.
*  Panacur C, etc—could have complete remission, requiring only that I keep up the protocol for life.

SINCE I GENUINELY DO NOT CARE IF I LIVE OR DIE, I am willing to take the risk, putting my life totally in God’s hands. This whole thing has been odd from the get-go—never smoked, ate healthy, avoided sugar, exercised, kept weight down. I am convinced that God has His hand on me, using this cancer as a platform for talking about the realities of life and death. Several biblical prophets were asked to do odd things—Hosea, Ezekiel, Jeremiah. I’m no prophet, but I can fix my eyes on the One who created squirrels and peaches, and who also loves and welcomes sinners into Real Live—FOREVER with Him. 

My life flows on in endless song
Above Earth’s lamentation;
I hear the real, though far-off hymn
That hails the new creation.
Above the tumult and the strife
I hear the music ringing;
It sounds an echo in my soul—
How can I keep from singing?

What though the tempest loudly roars,
I hear the truth, it liveth.
What though the darkness round me close,
Songs in the night it giveth.
No storm can shake my inmost calm
While to that rock I’m clinging;
Since love is lord of Heaven and Earth,
How can I keep from singing?

Please sing with me!

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