Twice a day for the past several months my husband has graciously given me injections of an anti-coagulant called Lovenox. This is the treatement plan the hematologist has me on to prevent future clots and encourage the current clots to dissolve by thinning my blood. Well, every shot feels like a cross between a bee sting and a tetanus shot. Every shot leaves bruising and swollen welts beneath the skin, tender and toughened by the medication.
Every time I think, “I don’t want to go through with this.” Then, my husband swabs and injects.
Twice a day. Every day.
For the moment before the shot, I have a huge feeling of wanting to flee. Knowing it will hurt. I have to be ‘of good courage’.
“Have I not commanded you? Be strong and be of good courage, do not be afraid, nor be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.” Joshua 1:9
Dear Jesus, thank you that you are always with me. You command it so I know I must be of good courage. Thank you that because of you, I can. Amen.