I'm OK

 This has been rough.  I have felt more sick this time around for sure.  More fatigued, more nauseous.  Discouraging, but it shouldn't be because it was predicted.

I didn't want to, because it hurts to use my port, but I went in yesterday to get more fluids through IV.  I thought it would help me and I needed help.

The nurses there are the epitome of kind and efficient.  They just sweep through the motions of everything, gently and swiftly taking care of business.

I think the IV helped.

When I was driving home, I saw a young woman on an electric scooter.  She was wearing a black hoodie.  On the back it said, "I'm BROKEN" but the OK was highlighted, so what I saw was "I'm OK."

I thought it covered how I felt.

I have a bruise on my chest from needles jabbing into my port.  I feel tired and sick and out of sorts.  I have a school day ahead with energetic children whose energy will not match my own.

At the same time, I had people checking in with me yesterday.  A parent of a student, my sub, Olivia, Maren.  They all wanted to know how I was.  Marie Louise texted and wants to bring me dinner.

Maren wondered if she could teach my literacy lesson today.

I picked up the mail and I had a card from my cousin Leslie.

She is thinking of me and praying for me.

The brokenness I feel from time to time is humbling and hard.

The OK always wins though.  I can't stay in my broken state with so much love from people.

I can't stay broken when Adam and Mark do all the heavy lifting around here.

I can't stay broken when people are praying for me.

I can't stay broken when I consider that Jesus Christ, who descended below all, understands how I feel (little old me!) and loves me.

Yes, I'm very much OK.