Here’s one more blog entry from a year ago, written by Nelson, three months into his lung cancer diagnosis.

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July 13, 2022

The nurse Joe calls me just about every day to warn me about how dangerous my Platelet levels are and how careful I should be about getting cut, bleeding, and if anything, including shortness of breath. If any of that happens, I need to go straight to the ER.

I’ve done that, but lately I’m giving myself a little more leeway. This whole, “better safe than sorry” mentality can be taken too far.

I have been short of breath ever since this whole thing started in March. Don’t get me wrong, I’m so grateful for the help I have and still will receive here, but there are those who err on the side of caution, and there are those who seem to almost live for the dramatic.

If you pray for anything for me, please pray that I can get as strong as humanly possible before the next round of Chemo. I don’t even know what to write for the blog, because I don’t have an all-access pass to the clinic, being Covid positive and all.

Somehow it’s fine for me to go in for a blood draw, but nothing else. That’s my routine. Astrid drives me at 8 am, and they stab away a few times until they get one of my veins to pump out enough blood for the test to work.

Joe the nurse calls at some point later that afternoon, warning me what dangerous shape I’m in. I ask him what can I do to help my situation, and he says nothing, just stay healthy. Ok boss. Got it.

It’s better for me to just trust them with the process and leave the research stuff to Annso and Astrid. After all, I feel like with the pain meds I’m taking, it’s hard to really know what everything means.

Time for a gratitude inventory. Simple. Write things I’m thankful for.

I can start with prayer, and then my short time with everyone out shopping today, leaving me alone for a minute to write.

I am thankful for the support coming from YWAM Kona. It’s a place I underestimated for people who would reach out saying they are grateful for the service Annso and I rendered.

I’m thankful for YWAM and how many relationships I have as a result of being there all these years.

Thank you, Lord, for your healing touch, for the docs who are your hands and feet, and for the nurses who seem to really care.

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“The Lord is on my side. I will not fear.” (Psalm 118:6)