I Made It To Church

Oh, I have just felt so crummy for the past few days.

I always look forward to church on Sunday.  I have especially looked forward to this Sunday.  My nieces had their Primary program at 9am, my ward's program at 11am, and then teaching my sweet class after sacrament meeting.  After such a lethargic weekend, I knew all of that would be a tall order.

After a really rough morning, I knew I wasn't going to make it to my nieces' program.  By 10:00, I felt so sick--it was time to call a substitute for Primary.  Thank heavens for a wonderful friend who jumped right in and lifted my burden.  I managed to make it to my own ward's Primary program.  I just couldn't bear to miss it.  Of course, it was perfect in every way.  I bolted for the exit the minute it ended because I felt so sick, and I remained sick for the rest of the day.  Ugh.

I have been so humbled and so touched by those who have fasted in my behalf today.  I have my second chemotherapy tomorrow morning, and I can use all the added strength, power, and comfort your fasting and prayers give me.  I thank you, and your children, from the bottom of my grateful heart.  Thank you.

I know He lives
I will follow faithfully
My heart I give to Him
I know that my Savior loves me.