Patrick is in our prayers

I wrapped up chemo round 5 today at MD Anderson.

On the way to pickup the family I stopped in for a naughty snack at Chick-fil-A. The sweet lady who handed me my order asked how I was doing at the hospital. I quickly noticed I was still sporting my plastic arm band. I’m guessing the chrome dome was another dead giveaway.

She wanted to know what I have and let me know her 10 year old son also has cancer. Not 10 minutes drive down the road this lady’s son was sitting in Texas Children’s Hospital fighting off leukemia. He has has it for 3 years. I didn’t know what to say. I have been fighting for 3 months and unless something strange pops up it looks like I’m in the clear for a while.  I didn’t know if I should hug this stranger, cry, or run out the door. We traded names for prayer list and parted ways. For some reason the day I complete a chemotherapy round is always an emotional one. Patrick’s story got to me today.

So today I add 10 year old Patrick to the prayer list. He is up there with old buddy Andy Peal who is getting setup for head surgery in January.

Prayers,
Derrick