I’ve left a few days without an update because frankly I’m a little concerned about me being the center of attention. Kinda reminds me of those dreams as a little kid when you wake up in your dreams to realize you’ve gone to school in only your underwear! Or am I the only one who experienced that?
I didn’t exactly sign up to be the center of attention. I typically play a supporting role. Could I play lead? Sure, whatever you need. Point me in the right direction.
I’m the guy who occasionally wakes up early morning (2AM+) and wanders through the house in the dark making sure the doors really are locked, everything is quiet, and I might even pause a few minutes in the living room to sit and reflect in the near absolute quiet. There’s a calmness in those times that the only people awake in your world are you and God. I’ve asked a lot of questions in those times and the answers have come readily, with no distracting thoughts fleeting through my mind.
About now, you’re probably saying, “doesn’t this crazy guy know that it is about him and what he’s going through?” Well, yes. I do understand the reality of my situation. On a good day, I’m a relatively deep thinker. My situation is serious. AML is not an abbreviation for the common cold. I also know it is something that can be overcome, and that is my intent.
How can I be sure I will survive? You’ll like this answer. Because I know my healing has absolutely nothing to do with me.
He’s fallen off the deep end, Martha!
I have done nothing to deserve healing. I don’t know how to heal myself. There is no way in creation for me to be good enough to be healed. I’m not a terrible guy, but at age 69, I still haven’t found anyone dumb enough to call me perfect. (Please don’t volunteer.) 
So, what is the key to my hope? I’m glad you asked. Jesus. Yes, it really is that simple.
FYI, if your understanding of God is complicated, it’s probably time for a review.
God loves us and has only our best interest at heart. And God hopes we’ll be free with that message to those around us.
BTW, I’m still feeling well. I have no pain. And I have no nausea. And after tonight I have almost no hair.
We’re waiting on results from my bone marrow biopsy. If everything is according to plan, we should be about ready to rebuild my blood system. I’m ready.
Keep the faith, folks.
I’ll try to post more often.
In His Name,
Wayne
