The Jordans- Cherish, Sean, Autumn and Emelia

Tomorrow I go for round 4 of my dose dense chemotherapy. It is known in the cancer world as the red devil. I refuse to call it that. I'm not allowing a "red devil" to enter my body. The night before chemo is hard. I now know what is getting ready to happen. The pain. The nausea. It fills me with dread and I feel like a dead man walking. I'll be very picky about what food I eat today because the next three days, food will be a struggle. How do I get through the day before chemo? The last three rounds I exercised (1). I keep reminding myself that I am strong (2). Finally, I spend time in prayer (3). Psalm 139: 5-12 You hem me in behind and before, and you lay your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain. Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the

Running has always been an important part of my life. My doctors have all told me I should continue to exercise through chemo and believe it or not, IT really does help me to feel better. So Tuesday around 300 in the afternoon, it was beautiful outside. Sun was shining and the temperature was nice. I had been feeling really tired and I made a decision, go home and take a nap and risk staying up half the night, or go for a run with the dog, take a shower and sleep well. I decided on a run. I grab Dingo and put his choke chain on him. We head out. We got 3/4's of a mile from home to an area where new houses are being constructed. There were people in the houses working on them. We had just got to the end of the cul-de-sac and turned around heading up hill. Dingo heard a noise and turned to investigate. When he did so, he ran right into my feet. I lost my balance and for a moment, I thought I was going to catch myself. Then it seemed as if gravity plum smacked me in