friday (aug 28) saw me knock back my first round of ABX since the end of June
given what it has taken to get me back to this point
you'd have thought i'd have had a ceremonial moment of something or other to mark the occasion...
i don't know what exactly
maybe some sort of ceremonial salute...
dance a jig?
let loose with a shrieking war cry?
shadow box with my pill box?
not sure what i expected to think or feel...
maybe some sense of impending doom, apprehension or dread (after all a herx is now imminent)
at the very least,
i'd guess i figured it would take some herculean effort of mind to work up the nerve to face the fight again
i just woke up
popped an alinia and a malarone
washed it down with some lovely green goo
no big moment
no dramatic hoopla
just dove in with both feet
with nary a second thought
it was so anti-climatic that it was almost disappointing!
except for this
God-breathed peace and courage raining down on mel
in my finest hour,
i could never will this kind of peace
in my strongest moment,
i could never summon this amount of courage
3You will guard him(her) and keep him(her) in perfect and constant peace whose mind [both its inclination and its character] is stayed on You, because (s)he commits himself(herself) to You, leans on You, and hopes confidently in You.
4So trust in the Lord [commit yourself to Him, lean on Him, hope confidently in Him] forever; for the Lord God is an everlasting Rock [the Rock of Ages].