Chemo Kindred

There is no color here. No religiosity. No gender differences. Cancer is no respecter of persons.
Chemotherapy is the common denominator.

West Clinic. Nothing seems changed since previous visits with different friends. 

This Clinic still has dedicated, friendly, capable staff and volunteers. People care for each other---even patient to patient.
Outside, the pond still reflects trees though sun is not shining and most of the branches are bare. Just a few scraggly leaves are holding on.
Inside, patients are holding on awaiting the drip that hopefully will save their lives. Some have been there weeks, others months and even years. But all with hope.

Seasons change. Weather changes. Cancer is the constant. Hope remains.

However, this is the last Tuesday at this location. Lots of emotional detritus will be left here. The good the bad and the ugly as cancer leaves it's mark.
But God .....is in this place. Today I once again saw "the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living."(Psalm 27:13) 

The good news is----God and hope will be at the new location as well. I know because sweet friend Pam will take Him there! 

SABBATH SNAPSHOTS: HOPE

9/2/12 Some weeks are just easier than others in the “hope” range---especially as we watch friends and loved ones struggle. But God….our eternal hope is always present. He often uses those in the “ land of the living” or as some say, “hands and feet of Jesus” to leave “hope” reminders along the way. The sign in the chemo room read, “Creating a world with less cancer and more birthdays.” A-men!

Horse of Hope at Jones Clinic

A beacon of hope, symbolic of the church,  in the chemo room at Jones Clinic

To them God has chosen to make known among the Gentiles the glorious riches of this mystery, which is Christ in you, the hope of glory. (Colossians 1:27)