Today was a nothing-cancerous kind of day. I'm healing from the biopsy and don't know the results yet. Tomorrow is the momentous day when I hear from the doctor about the biopsy and find out what surgery I'll have next Tuesday.
I'll write something before I go to bed tomorrow and we'll see where we're going next. Fingers crossed...
4 comments:
Jenny,
You have your father's gift with words. I just read your blog (the most recent posts) and laughed and cried, sometimes at the same time. I feel what you are going through as you describe it, yet have never experienced it, so I guess I can't really know.
However, whether I know or only feel, I'm praying for you. For Michael and the kids. And sending through the airwaves as much love as I can. I remember you as a (somewhat) bratty teenager. My, how time flies!
Love,
Roberta Wilder
Jenny,
You have your father's gift with words. I just read your blog (the most recent posts) and laughed and cried, sometimes at the same time. I feel what you are going through as you describe it, yet have never experienced it, so I guess I can't really know.
However, whether I know or only feel, I'm praying for you. For Michael and the kids. And sending through the airwaves as much love as I can. I remember you as a (somewhat) bratty teenager. My, how time flies!
Love,
Roberta Wilder
We're waiting here too, Jen. Let us know what you learn.
See what prayer does :) You get something that people agree is amazing and helpful even though it doesn't really sort everything out. And wasn't your idea of amazing if you'd been asked...
I'm also laughing and crying. Thank you for this beautiful blog.
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