Reflections 5/18/2020: I’m not sure why this phrase came to mind today except that for the last week I have felt like a dagger has been jammed up under my rib cage on the right side. Kept thinking I just over-did some gardening and strained a muscle, but lying low for a week has done nothing to heal it. Hmmm… I’m now suspecting that my “put on the back burner” gall bladder problem is demanding front burner attention again. I will call the doctor today. Might entail another surgery, which isn’t ideal in the middle of chemotherapy, but can I live with Brute’s dagger sticking into my chest for another 3 months while I finish my chemo regime? I guess if I have to, I can. So prayers for wisdom are needed. Jesus knew what that spear in his chest felt like on the cross, so we can commiserate while we figure this out!