Sunshine on my Shoulders Makes Me Happy

Yeah, it's still cloudy and raining outside. But there is SUNSHINE on my shoulders!

The hematologist-oncologist called yesterday and said, "Preliminarily, your blood is TOTALLY NORMAL!"

I've NEVER been 'accused' of being totally normal before! We'll get the final results of the bloodwork in the next week or two. I am realizing that I'm basically a pretty patient person. And it's a good thing, too.

The prayers, concern, and love sent to us in so many, many ways have been simply overwhelming. It's a very humbling experience to be the recipient of so much love and the beneficiary or so many prayers. God is good! It leaves me speechless. . .

So, in the coming two weeks, I've got lots of wonderful things planned! I'm visiting with two of my sisters in CT and with my in-laws, too. I'm so excited to see them all. Then a visit from our dear son, Mike, his darling wife, Laurelyn, and our two adorable grandsons--Graham and Dean! We'll be gorging on lobster (and picture books!) for sure.

And lots and lots of work for the coming months -- and I'm delighted. I have such fun working, it sometimes feels strange to get paid for it.




Now if we could just see some real sunshine...we've got sandcastles to build and seaglass to find. Come on, sun!

Apparently, I'm making them think

We are counting down the hours (quite literally) until we see the hematologist/oncologist tomorrow morning. We are hopeful that we'll have more answers and more direction after tomorrow's appointments--yup, we have three separate appointments tomorrow at Eastern Maine Medical Center, but the H/O is the one we're really pinning our hopes on.

In a phone call with the pulmonologist last week, I thanked him for all of the ways he's trying to solve my medical mystery. He replied, "Oh, no! Your case is fascinating! It's REALLY making us think! Thank YOU!"

Wow. I'm a one-woman science-field day. I'm desperately hoping for a BLUE RIBBON!

Last Night I Forgot How to . . .

say the Lord's Prayer. No--I don't mean I forgot TO pray; I remembered that. I FORGOT SOME OF THE WORDS. It took my breath away.

Granted--it was nearly 2 AM after a full day of bus and plane rides to get to Corning. As I tried to fall asleep, I began to pray the Lord's Prayer very slowly and thoughtfully. The weird thing was that the farther along I got, I couldn't for the life of my remember the last part. And it wasn't even like I was drifting off to sleep---I lay there for nearly 45 minutes trying to fall asleep. That's unheard of for me.

It's sure a very good thing that so many family members and dear friends are praying for us during this wait-and-see time. But I know God is a forgiving God, and certainly doesn't keep score of whether or not I'm being forgetful.