April 21, 2023 - Third Day

     I thought I’d write a short blog to an update.  After two chemotherapy treatments I couldn’t ask for things to go any better than they have so far.
     After a rather tough first night, the last three days have been about as normal as I could hope. 
     I have been told that the third day after chemo can sometimes be the worst.  Depending on how you count, that could either be Thursday or Friday.  Maybe I can’t count or shouldn’t count and take each day as it comes.
     The third day comes home to all of us without thinking.  Just the title for today’s blog brings to our minds the culmination of the most important event in history when Jesus died on Friday and rose on the third day, just as He said He would.
     It would behoove me to focus on the third day that matters.
     As I had expected, sleeping is a premium with the steroids.  What I didn’t anticipate was how hungry I’d be—far more than I usually am!
     I did get an update on the thyroid biopsy.  There is still no definitive word.  The doctor in Lexington is consulting with the doctor at Mayo Clinic to determine the next step. 
     I was blessed last evening by two CeCe wannabes by a Karaoke singing of “Goodness of God.”  Just a big smile on Paw Paw’s face on this one.