I will have to say that cyst-o-matically, the report from the doctor's office...benign. Seems like this cyst-nario has played before. Hysterectomy for quality of life soon turns to we found a tumor and we won't know until surgery if it is benign or malignant. Date of surgery changed due to the oncologist the doctor liked to work with was unavailable. My doctor told me afterwards all the signs were there and he didn't expect it to be benign, but it was. Same thing happened when I fell and broke my hip, it opened the doors for bilateral knee replacement but my knees were almost too far gone but then the last x-ray before surgery showed a whole different scenario. So this cyst who had made its home for about fifteen years on my neck changed, became hard and inflamed, weird shape with irregular margins. There was some concern about it being a sign of Non Hodgkin's Lymphoma because of the location and the recent changes. BUT, it wasn't and PTL!
Love the study we are doing on Thursday mornings. We are in the book of Mark which is just about one of my favorites. Such great discussion and such wonderful fellowship with a few laughs mixed in for good measure.
Today after Bible study I went to the nearby Urgent Care to get the stitches removed. Not a long wait but the whole situation was a bit concerning. Chaotic in the waiting room but soon enough my name was called. I did not anticipate taking vitals, just want the stitches removed. Dang, BP higher than I want it to be but the conditions were not optimal and my arm wasn't arranged correctly. Did a great job getting everything taken care and said the incision looked good. I am so relieved to have that taken care of and not needing to drive back out to the dermatologist office.
I learned yesterday that I need a statement sweater. What??? Yes, I was told in an advertisement this is something I definitely need to have. I have sweaters but nothing that is statement making. I don't even know what statement to make. JJill is saying that my life will be so wonderful if I have a pair of coffee brown pants. Good news, I already have some both dressy and then a pair of coffee bean jeans. I don't know if this is a statement or not but we ordered some new shirts for Roy. Guess the statement would be he owns more than the same two shirts or something like that. Roy took several boxes of clothes to Goodwill today. Guess he gave up on gray jeans, not wanting making a statement about that either.
In the spirt of fall festival day I only have to make it through today and this is the first year that I can recall, eating no candy corn. None! That's unusual because I love candy corn especially with French burnt peanuts. Around here at the house we call that snackage.
I am happy for our soon to be former church as they will probably vote on Sunday for their new pastor. Only, he is not new to them because he has been the interim guy. He and his wife seem genuinely concerned for the congregation. Believe me, that church needs that assurance of love and pastoring after six years or so of a less than desirable match between the church and the former pastor. Oh and the wife. The good news for them is, they seem to have found the church to serve with. Both their family and their congregation seem to be a good fit. The families that left in June from our former church have all, pretty much, found a good landing and are serving in those landing churches. New beginnings all the way around. New mercies every morning.
In 2014, we had closed on our house here and my friend Dena came with me to pick up the keys to the home Roy and I bought. Kate, was still in the house and she needed the extra time due to her daughter getting married and a huge work project. She had been so generous to us with some of the furnishings and such, we extended back to her. We agreed she would be out before the week of Thanksgiving. What I remember from that trip is, it snowed in the mountains. We had to take the freeway from Chattanooga instead of the back scenic way. Fall colors set to brilliant with the backdrop of snow. Of course, we had made our reservations at The Inn on The Biltmore Estate and low and behold to our surprise, we were there for the bringing in of the Christmas tree. Horse drawn with Santa directing the horses. Mrs. Claus at the front door. We were there early cause we took the shuttle from the Inn and got a front row seat which included discounts on shopping and the like. Yes, all in all a wonderful memory.
Yesterday, while leaving the urgent care place which now seems to be more like appointment and drop in medical services, there was a penny right outside the front door. I thought of Carole Lewis and the why she picks up the penny. Just a great reminder that it is in God we trust and He sees us. I was so very, very happy to get out that door and that great reminder.
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