Thursday, December 14, 2006

Treatment Decision Made

This morning at 7:30 am, Dave & I decided to go ahead with the treatment plan from Barnes. There were many factors in this decision making. I am just glad to have a decision made.

Pray for all the side effects to be minimal. We will update you further with the specifics.

I was going to tell the families reading this blog whose last name is A - M to pray on even days and the N - Z to pray on the odd days. Prayer is THE MOST IMPORTANT aspect of going through this treatment. I really need all of you more than ever. If you can, pray without ceasing. Put it on your calendar, mirror, refrigerator, etc.

Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; his love endures forever.
The Lord is with me; I will not be afraid. . . .
Psalm 118: 1 & 6

kate

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

Kate,
You have our prayers!!! My grandmother always told me I pray without ceasing because I always fall asleep when I pray and don't say, "amen," :)
Great seeing you yesterday! Please let us know what you need?
April C

Anonymous said...

Kate,
We will definitely pray without ceasing...even on the even days :) May you know the Lord's comfort, peace, and healing!
Much love,
Kelly Perkins

Anonymous said...

Kate, What a comfort to know the Lord DOES answer prayer and listens to ALL of our prayers! We will continue to lift you up in prayer. "For the eyes of the Lord are on the righteous, and his ears are attentive to their prayer."
1 Peter 3:12
Love, The Holohans

Soccer Gram said...

Ok! Ok! I'm a little confused by this even/odd plan that you have for prayer. If I wake up in the middle of the night, which often happens, do you really expect me to figure out (I being the A-M type person) if I am into my even day for prayer? I am so confused now with life as it sits that I do good to get up in the morning and remember what day of the week it is.
First there are the boys lunches. Absolutely no peanut and jelly sandwiches for school. I raised five kids on that American staple. Next I find towels in with the permanent press clothes. My generation would never mix the two. I know in my heart it takes more electric.
Where my life was once rather quiet and serene, it is now filled with little boys toys. I find myself on the floor trying to put together lego's. I almost have "I love Toy Trains DVD" memorized by heart.
My dear daughter, you have had some hair brained idea's in your day but this one takes the cake.I contend that there is nothing wrong with your brain because you are still full of idea's.
At this time of life I refuse to decide if I am even or odd. By all counts of you and your siblings, I am odd. I choose to stay that way.
Now concerning prayer for the bloggers. I believe it would be a good idea if they just prayed in the Spirit. Whenever,however. It will take a load off all of us if we can just go to the throne of grace when the Spirit moves. If people are blogging in from Katmandu, you need not worry if there will be prayer. Let us loose like little birds in cages and we will sour and pray.
Thank The Lord the decision has been made for treatment.
"Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: For we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered." Romans 8:26
Gram putting in her oar

Laura Joback said...

Kate:
I'm glad, for you two's sake, that a decision for treatment has been made. The indecision and confusion of differing opinions must have been mind-boggling. Frankly, who cares WHICH treatment protocol you went with in one sense... God has the power to work in ANY manner, with ANY chemo and radiation combination, with ANY doctor of His choosing! Hope you're having some peace about your decision. We love you two so dearly and are, indeed, praying without ceasing AND praying with boldness.
I had another one of those "appreciate every moment" moments that your road-traveled has helped me cherish....I thought of you (oddly) at the moment it happened....I was driving the kids back from Angi's house, and I heard this tiny voice from the back seat, "Mommy, I need a new coat..." I started off on a diatribe of how Isaac's coat was so pretty and red and soft and hooded, etc,...that we, indeed, DIDN'T need a new coat when,...oh, dreaded happenstance: the waft reached my nostrils. Poor Isaac was asking me for a new coat because he has gotten sick to his stomach all over the nice, red, soft, hooded one! I put the hazards on, pulled over, and climbed out. As the door opened, his little face looked up at me so pitifully in a terrible grimace. "Mommy, pick me up!" And, of course, I did! Puke and all! I'm learning to relish the regurgitation, venerate the vomitus, and integrate the ingesta. What a night it was! If God drove a minivan, though I think it may be beneath Him,....He probably has something more sophistocated like a chariot or something...anyhoo: He would LEAP out of the front seat to scoop you up if you called Him by name from the back seat as Isaac did me. He cares not what you're covered with (pride, control, fear,...you name it), He'd draw you close and hold you until you felt safe and quit trembling. I love my son, but not an iota as much as your Father loves YOU!

Laura Joback said...

Just to prove I AM capable of a short blog. There. Only 19 words long, not counting the "ha."
HA!

Anonymous said...

Hi Kate,
I can relate! We "plan" (or so we think) every other detail of our lives, why not prayer? I understand what soccer gram is saying. She is right about letting the spirit lead us. (On the laundry note, I just resorted my laundry... I did not know that laundry fact!) Quite frankly though, sometimes, to be honest, if I don't plan my prayer and bible study, it doesn't happen! I am glad to see that you still have your personality! I have a feeling that the people who share your same traits (including myself) will understand your point. Thank you for a little structure to encourage my prayer time in the midst of changing diapers, doing laundry, dishes, making lunch & dinner, and putting a pretty bow in my hair before my husband gets home (yah, right!) Either way you look at it, whether I am even or odd, it will turn out that I will think of you everyday anticipating my actual day, and I will inevitably end of praying for you both days- EVEN AND ODD! It is a win-win situation! You did it again Kate! Way to go girl!
love- Alana K.

Jamie Beckemeier said...

Kate....
I read this blog every day and many days I check it several times even though I rarely write... so I want you to know that I have been aching with you and your family, agonizing in prayer, and loving you more than ever. I write today to encourage you in your decision. I want you to look back and say-with confidence- that you explored the alternatives, asked questions, did your homework, sought counsel, and did all that you could humanly do in the time allotted since your surgery. I am glad -for your sake- that they gave you this small window of time to make a decision. Otherwise, you could go nuts looking at alternatives.
I think God gives us wisdom and direction through 1)His Word (which doesn't have a lot to say about MD Anderson or Barnes or the dose of chemo and types of radiation), 2)Surrendered Prayer, 3)Godly counsel, 4)circumstances and 5)peace in your heart. Most decisions do not have 100% of all 5 but as I have followed this blog over the past weeks I have seen you and Dave carefully, prayerfully and analytically looking at each of these 5 aspects of this decision.
And now, you move ahead. Don't look back.
I love your challenge to pray every other day.... that is a SURE METHOD of challenging all of us rebels to pray without ceasing. Too bad Kate. We are going to pray every day even if our name starts with the wrong letter!!!!
We are standing with you and deeply impacted daily by the testimony of your life and God's grace in it.
He is glorified.
Immanuel means "God with us". God sent Jesus on the first Christmas to be with us. Through Jesus we can see Him. He is STILL with us.
We are trusting that truth as we walk forward with you on our knees.
love to you
jamie

Gram said...

When Gram gets in a hurry she often will mispell a word. Today it is soar. Birds soar, not sour. That's what happens when the dryer makes a buss and I press the publish button instead of the edit button.
Gram trying to catch her error before Dee Dee catches it for her.