Still the Same.

“Still the same. Baby, babe, you’re still the same.” I bet you’ve got a little Bob Seger stuck on your head now, don’t you? Go ahead sing it. It’s catchy. Funny thing about that song is you can’t tell if it is a compliment or criticism. It’s all perspective.

Erica’s doctor called on Friday with the news that her brain MRI showed everything is stable! The medication is working! The small speckles from before are no more concerning than last scan! No new legions or growth! No brain shrinkage (well, no more than all of us have at our age)!
Everything is still the same! YAY!

Erica’s doctor called on Friday with the news that her brain MRI showed everything is stable. The medication is working. The side effects of extreme fatigue and lack of appetite are part of the battle. Hair loss, aging skin, these are a small price to pay. Four-hour treatments will continue every three weeks. Everything is still the same. Pray.

Perspective—that is what Erica and I wrestled with this week.

Praise God that our good life is still good. We can now finalize springtime plans that were holding for these results. A 55th birthday and sandy beaches are just over the horizon. Yay!

But Erica is still facing serious eating challenges, fatigue and weight loss concerns. Energy and motivation don’t come easy. Pray!

Ever more, I am aware that perspective can be fine-tuned. Sometimes toward joy, sometimes toward empathy. Always toward Christ. The thing is, when it comes to God, He’s still the same.