Psalm 23, for chemotherapy

Loving God, ultimate protector,
you lift my sagging spirit;
you beckon me to rest gently,
softening my pallet, surrounding
me with fragrant freshness.
You restore my innermost being
even when I tunnel into the depths
of nausea's thickening darkness
utterly limp with weakness.
When I feel completely helpless,
you lift me beyond fear
and buoy my flagging hope
as you journey with me.
You signal specific directions I can take
and offer a vision of victorious celebration
over the attacking cancer in my body.
Your covenant goodness and mercy
have become my constant companions
and I will forever travel in your presence.