It is well.

Tomorrow is another treatment day at Duke so we will hitch the team and head up the road to see our world class medical team.  Fortunately, the second part of my treatment cycle is not as intense as the first, as far as the impact on my body is concerned.  Hopefully, the second part is even more intense than the first, as far as it's impact on my cancer is concerned. Tomorrow is the first of three consecutive Tuesdays of doctor visits and Pralatrexate infusions, with no other treatments mixed in between, and then I get a break for 2 weeks.  That will complete my 2nd cycle of treatments and I will have several tests that will allow the doctors to assess my progress and determine the next steps.  I have a lot of confidence that the test results will show that the disease is losing the fight and a couple more cycles of treatment is all we will need to get it in comploete remission.  For all you prayer warriors out there, that is my prayer request and I'll take all the help I can get.  We're going to beat this!

This afternoon the words to an old familiar hymn came to my mind and seem especially fitting.  In the midst of this battle, which can leave many in the pits of worry and dispair, I have a blessed peace in my spirit.  The first verse says it all:

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,

When sorrows like sea billows roll;

Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,

It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Refrain:

It is well, with my soul,

It is well, it is well, with my soul.