You may have noticed that I'm not doing any in-depth entries lately. I've tried to add something every day, but there isn't much content.
My daughter has breast cancer.
With that on my mind, there isn't much else that seems important.
Tomorrow she will find out what stage.
I am praying. Not for a miracle, mind you. I don't expect God to bypass the laws of nature just for me. Today I am hoping the cancer is stage 1, but it is what it is and my prayers won't change that.
Whatever the stage, I will praying that Rachel gets the right doctors, and that whatever treatments she receives that will rid her of cancer.
You bet I'm scared. In fact, if I were given the choice I would probably trade places with her, because I've had a good, long life and my children are on their own. I have enjoyed my grandchildren. I am blessed.
But then again, who knows what you would really do, given the opportunity?
I don't have that choice.
My day was pleasant, in spite of all that. I got to babysit my granddog, Titan. He and Iris played for hours and made me laugh out loud several times. Heather came to pick him up, and we had a nice visit, discussing my tattoo. (I'll bet you all thought I had forgotten about that, right?)
I'm really hoping it doesn't rain tonight or in the morning, because we plan to bring Bonnie-the-Jersey-cow and her calf home. I need Miss Personality back in the pasture.
As is my custom lately, I chorded on my guitar as I sang a few songs. I have lovely callouses on the fingertips of my left hand and am ready to sing any time I have the opportunity.