The Next 15 Minutes: The Red Devil

To start my treatment to cure my Leukemia I was given 4 doses of idarubicin. Idarubicin has a nickname. That nickname is "Red Devil". As you can imagine that is not necessarily a vote of confidence. When the nurse who has to administer it through a "push" basically puts on a hazmat suit to deliver it, you know it's the "good stuff". "Good stuff" as in, it is going to make you feel like trash.
So for every other day for 9 days, a nurse would come into my room and make everyone leave. Then slip on the "kevlar" and sit face to face with me as they would slowly push the red devil into my PICC line over a half hour. You might imagine what the conversations were like being in close quarters like that. Talk of leukemia typically didn't last long as the minutes ticked by, we'd chat about family and to my wonderful surprise God. Tends to make me think of how Paul maybe felt every time his Roman house arrest guard changed. Someone new to share the Gospel with or maybe someone from a few days prior so they could pick up where they left off. Maybe they weren't allowed to converse much.
Back in that room on the 7th floor of Hunstville Hospital, I was blessed to be cared for by some amazing human beings. One thing was for sure, for that 30 minutes every other day I wanted that person to know that whatever the outcome was, God is awesome. I might not have said that every day but my walls were covered with well wishes from believers like you. Because someone like you took 15 minutes to write a card, my caregivers saw God's greatness. Thank you!

For the next 15 minutes, gameplan how someone might see God's awesomeness through you.

Travis Creasy