In my family growing up, we would express our preference for dinner this way, “Pizza! Yeah! No Pizza! Boooo!” Of course, my sister and I would repeat this cheer ad nauseum until my father gave in.
The chorus was repeated today. Tumor shrinking! Yeah! More chemo! Booo! So the good news is that the chemo is working. The bad news is that I need another two months of chemo. And the best news is that my heavenly Father answers prayer with exactly the answer that He knows is best for me and for my family.
We serve an awesome, incomparably wise God. Amen.