I am in a good place today. The pain has subsided tremendously. I am even planning to attend our annual sister camping trip in September. We go in September because here in the south, it’s blazing hot in August and it’s too cold in October. We range in age from 48 – 55. We plan on a dvd movie night complete with buttery salted popcorn. S’mores. They will swim in the lake; but since my fungus nightmare; I have no desire to be in a lake. I will be happy to watch. I’m still sore. After a shower; the scar dries and pulls tightly together causing me no little distress. My hubby usually dabs a bit of Vaseline on it. It releases the tightness.
I am truly grateful for this day. My dr told me I was a miracle. He said it’s very rare for a panel of experts to look at a ct scan and agree that it’s lung cancer to turn out wrong. But God has the final say. It did make me take out life insurance. When my kids’ dad suddenly passed away; they were burdened with the funeral expenses, and I vowed not to do that to them.
I don’t lift much. I have to be quite careful for awhile; but I’m on the mend. Thank God. God is still in the miracle business.
Yesterday marked 11 years since my mother and niece were killed in a car accident. A man fell asleep and killed them both. They were just going to an appointment. Something millions of us do every day. I wonder once in awhile if the dr ever found out why they didn’t show up. Did he ever know? I think about odd things like this once in awhile. The man came away with two broken ribs by the way. Michael Rockwell. A name I wish I’d never heard of. Two officers went to my parents’ house to tell dad. He slumped over the porch rail. I don’t know how long he stayed there.
Life is so strange. And death is so capricious.