Quick update on our Port Day

Today we headed into Vancouver General Hospital for a minor surgical procedure (is any surgery minor??) but it happened and so far, so good. We are now the proud parents of a new port.  No more IV sticks and bruised arms. Veins will get a well deserved rest.  Any surgery is taxing and Sam is tired and needs rest.  I am so incredibly proud of his determination and strength and very thankful to our son who took off work to help me today by driving and managing the traffic and parking. The nurses were brilliant!  Every detail fell into place!  We actually made the ferry before the cutoff by 3 minutes....Very thankful.

This is our final weekend before our clinic transitions to new owners.  I've spent a lot of time reflecting back over the past 30 years and all the patients we have come to know.  It's not our choice to come to an end right now, but our new doctors coming in just feel right. I believe they were divinely sent to us and I believe they will have a new energy and provide great chiropractic care to patients. No regrets, just wishes of love to them for a wonderful future.  Walking out for the last time will be a surreal feeling. The good news is I work above the clinic and won't be far.  The bad news is I work above the clinic and won't be far. 😉 Bittersweet.

I am grateful tonight that each day is a new beginning.  God gives us a chance to leave yesterday behind and to create new memories as we move forward.  I am so thankful that today is done, our port is in, we have a full week off chemo and I am feeling new energy to find what is next for us now that our clinic is sold. Praying that God will show us new opportunities to serve and that we will receive wisdom and patience to continue to strengthen our marriage as we fight cancer together.

Thank you, Lord, for New Beginnings 


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