Dean P. Demos

Yesterday, Patty and I drove up to Northside Hospital where I did my blood check with the triage nurse and a neupogen injection training session.

In the course of the blood being drawn, my triage nurse, Tim, a man in his 40s who has the fit and trim appearance of an Army drill sergeant, made a comment about my blood not carrying enough oxygen to my body.  Thus, my fatigue.  It really hit me.  Patty thought I was not myself for about an hour, as I wrestled with the fact that it’s really true.  And, there’s little more I can do about it. 

It’s no fun to lack for energy.  Hitting the wall in the afternoon occurs regularly.  As my Mom and Dad often say, “Getting old is for the birds.”  I know what they’re talking about.

The Apostle Paul said, “I labor according to that which He works in me.” 

Jesus, I need You to work in me, both to will and to do of YOUR GOOD PLEASURE.   Your grace is my answer.  What else do I need.  Apart from YOU, I can do nothing.

I thank you in advance for giving me what I need.  I can do all things thru You … You strengthen me.