Through Our Eyes

I am at the Spielman Center today for another six-month check up with my oncologist, Dr. Lustberg. The parking lot is at capacity this afternoon, which is bad and good. It means too many women are going through treatment, but it also means they are receiving treatment at a state-of-the-art facility from a dedicated staff and world-class doctors. I am humbled to have had that advantage.

On these check-up days, I always arrive wearing my coat of invincibility, the one that helps me believe that I am cured of cancer. It is a cloak I wish to wrap around every woman I see in the waiting area so that they too can again experience a life free of the CBitch. I am not naive. I know not all battles are won, some warriors are lost. For me, that's where the gift of faith, my belief in Christ's promise, makes all the difference. Note I said makes a difference, and is the difference, which isn't the same as saying the trial is any less.

My visit with the doc is more than 30 minutes behind schedule. Not complaining because I know she gives every woman she cares for 100 percent and more.

Pics o' the Day

Veteran's Day sunset.

Froggie Friday!

Lost in Thought

A relentless reflective mood has stalked me the last few days. I'll be in the middle of a project and, WHAM, my thoughts go skittering forward then backward and finally in circles. I'm guessing that what has me stirred up is the new job, six month check-ups, approaching holidays, my mom, my dad.

That's really all I have to say. Pretty sketchy for my first post in more than 30 days. Nevertheless, the thought-bug was buzzing round in my head and it had to be let out somewhere. I'll do my best to come up with something more substantial for my next post.

"I shall not die but live and declare the deeds of the Lord." -- Ps 117:17

Leave-me-nots

Authentic cranberry bog growing at the
Governor's Residence & Heritage Garden.

Pics o' the Day