You held my hand

[Guest guest]

Dear Group,

I wrote this poem the week I was diagnosed with CML -thought many of

you had the same thoughts.

You held my hand precious Lord when you heard me cry and sent in a

nurse to hold my hand and let me cry. You held my hand precious Lord

when we had so much information thrown at us we could not take it all

in and the Dr. say's " don't worry. " You held my hand during a bone

marrow test with only local anest. and the nurse let me squeeze her

hand so tight I was afraid it would crack and she said " squeeze all you

want I am not leaving. You held my hand through Pastor Mark's visits,

phone call, prayers and hugs. You held my hand precious Lord when my

veins were screaming no more and an anesthologist that was sleeping had

come and start yet another IV. You held my hand though my husbands

love and support. You held my hand Lord when I was scared to start the

Gleevec and you sent in a friend with balloons and hugs. The ways you

have shown me how much you care takes my breath away. I know now that

you will always hold my hand precious Lord be it here on earth or in my

heavenly home.

I hope this may be an inspiriation to some of you.