No. Cancer is not a sweet name. I mean Jesus is the sweetest name I know.
Five days a week I go for radiation treatment. I lay still on my back and slide into a huge round TomoTherapy machine, which looks like a cat scan machine or a giant donut. The techs position me exactly right, according to the small black tattoos they gave me on my hip bones. I am in vogue now. Then they scan to make sure I am correctly placed on the board, check again and then the board slides me in a second time for the treatment. For about five minutes, I hear a sound like a far away pounding electric drill or buzz saw circling me.
The machine is fairly new, and has been calculated to give me radiation darts in exact places, covering the 3/4 inch tumor and four lymph nodes in the groin/pelvic area. This new precision method will hopefully avoid damaging other vital parts in the area like bones, bladder, etc. I am blessed to be able to live in the US and have access to the machine. Although, again, remind me of that blessedness in a few weeks when this total sunburn takes effect. 🙂
The reason I am describing this treatment as well as I can is because of the sweetest name I know. As I lay unmoving on my back for about 20 minutes I sing songs in my head. Old hymn songs. Songs with Jesus’ name in it.
I sing Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. Sweetest name I know. Fills my every longing, keeps me singing as I go.
Jesus, Oh Jesus. Do you know Him today? You can’t turn Him away. Oh, Jesus, Oh Jesus. Without Him how lost I would be.
I even sing Jesus Loves Me, this I know. For the Bible tells me so. Our childhood favorite. Then after a dozen times of TomoTherapy, I looked up songs in my hymn book, songs I could sing to myself because I have about four more weeks of this. I found many.
Jesus paid it all, all to Him I owe. Jesus Christ is risen today. And Jesus is all the world to me, my life, my joy, my all.
Jesus, lover of my soul. Jesus, I will never let you go.
What a friend we have in Jesus, all our sins and griefs to bear. What a privilege to carry, everything to God in prayer.
Tell it to Jesus. Tell it to Jesus. He is a friend that’s well known. You have no other, such a friend or brother. Tell it to Jesus alone.
Now isn’t that a sweet way to spend my time lying flat on my back? Remembering the sweetest name I know from the one who brings peace. Always has. Always will.
You are loved,