I cried today. It was at my women's bible study small group. We first meet in a large group and watch a DVD of Beth Moore and then break off into our small groups. This study is about God's unmeasurable love. I told the group that I will be going through a valley soon. I told them about Hepatitis C and there is a brutal treatment that I must undergo. Paige, the small group leader, prayed for me right then and there. Others prayed after her. It was so wonderful. At times like these, I wish I wore waterproof mascara.

From Psalm 103:

1 Praise the LORD, O my soul;
all my inmost being, praise his holy name.

2 Praise the LORD, O my soul,
and forget not all his benefits-

3 who forgives all your sins
and heals all your diseases,

4 who redeems your life from the pit
and crowns you with love and compassion,

5 who satisfies your desires with good things
so that your youth is renewed like the eagle's

God will get me through this and I remember Romans 8:28 at this time which says:

And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.

Same ole, same ole...

We drove to Boston this past weekend to see a specialist at Massachusetts General Hospital. I felt like it was a total waste, but my husband felt like we needed to do it. I'm still tired from the trip. I am going to see my GI doctor next week and discuss everything. I most likely will start treatment after the holidays. A pill at breakfast and a pill at dinner and an injection once a week for 6 months. It could be worse, I could be doing this for a year. Thank the Lord, that I'm genotype 3a.

Fears:
I will get so sick that I have to be hospitalized.
That my kids will have to grow up too much in those six months.
That the virus won't be cleared.
That I get liver cancer someday.