In God's Hands

the sweet little clerk at your local pharmacy says that she hopes its a good while before they see me again.  Yep, I got the big bad bug that has been festering around my home.  I used the disinfectant wipes, I used the disinfectant spray, I used the disinfectant hand sanitizer, but still the bug bit me and bit me rather hard.

On Saturday, about mid-morning, I began to run a fever.  Although it was only a low grade temperature, I had seen what it had done to Mike and Scott, so I headed to the pharmacy to fill the prescription that our doctor had given me when he saw Scott.  I had a good laugh with the clerk there.  Her sweet personality spoke much love in saying that she hoped we were ALL better and not in need for medicine for quite a while.  After the pharmacy, I went to the grocery store to stock up on more juices, lemons, honey, and other home remedies for the flu/cold.  With all of the items on the conveyer belt, the clerk there knew what was up at our house.  She, too, wished us well.

On Sunday, Mike was wiped out from having worked all week with this dredful bug beating him down.  Scott was still running fever and feeling under the weather.  I woke with a nose that could have flooded the state.  It was not long before I headed for the medicine cabinet to find the sinus meds that the doctor had given me not long ago.  Even after having taken that, it was not long before I had used all of the box of tissues.  I wreaked of menthol oitment, but did not feel too very bad.  Yesterday, the biggest issue was that each time I sneezed or coughed, every muscle that had begun to heal was being strained again.  UGH!  With the warm temperature outside, I slipped on my tennis shoes and headed outdoors for a good walk which both the chiropractor and massage therapist had prescribed.  That really was the best medicine of the day.

Today, I feel like I've been run over by a train.  Last night, I woke several times.  One of which was to change my soaked bed clothes.  I was actually quite excited with having to do this task.  I thought that by morning the fever would be gone from having "sweat it out".  No such luck.  The fever returned by 9am.  With the fever, sore muscles, pulling back, and all of the other achy yuk stuff, I feel completely drained.  Even so, I was able to bring myself to head outdoors again for a good walk. 

On a good note:  The weather has been very cold and rainy, therefore I could not get outdoors to do the recommended walking.  The warmer weather has allowed me to do so.  While walking, I was able to smile and thank God for having less pain while doing so.  The musles still want to spasm, but the pain is much less. 

Another good note:  After beginning the chiropractor, the moment I set my feet upon the floor in the mornings, or any time during the day, I had to wear SHOES.  I am usually barefooted.  That in itself was annoying.  If I did not wear the shoes, I felt discomfort in the tailbone and hip area.  Today, I was able to walk without shoes and not have that discomfort.  My toesies is happy.

Psalm 147:1  For it is good to sing parises to our God; For it is pleasant, and praise is beautiful. 

WOW!  What great talents God disperses for us to help us rise back up when we are down.

Although I had heard many other people speak of massages they had, I had never had one.  I knew a little of what to expect, but you know.....the first time for anything always produces a certain amount of apprehension.  My apprehension was immediately shoved aside within the first few moments of sharing words with the therapist (I'll call her Ms. P.)  She asked my reasons for being there.  I gave a very brief version of what I have been experiencing during the last couple of months.  She immediately said, "That's the sciatic nerve!"  At this point, the diagnosis and name of the muscle matters very little.  My question was, "Can you get me back in shape and to a point of being pain free?"  And the healing began.  That is the only way that I can describe the entire session.  Healing!  She focused on the areas that have been hurting me.  She gave me some no-nos for my condition.  She demonstrated the kind of stretches that I could continue at home.  She also warned me that muscle soreness will probably be felt during the next couple of days.  I left her session 99% pain free.  During the remainder of the day, I did notice some pains return, but very slightly.  They were just enough to be a reminder of what she recommended and warned me of.  I was really waiting to wake this morning with some severe soreness in the hip and sciatic area.  Nope.  None there; at least not yet.  BUT, in the muscle area under and near the shoulder blades, it feels like someone took a bat to me during the night.  I was so focused on what she was doing in the hip and leg area that I almost forgot that she had also worked around the shoulder blades.  The muscles had no mercy in reminding me.

Throughout the afternoon and still this morning, I am thanking God for "talking" to me throughout my time of discomfort.  Because the area of pains were so broad, I had no way of determining what the exact cause was.  He not only talked to me in his still quiet voice, but through the voices of loved ones as well.  From the get go, Mike insisted that I needed a chiropractor.  From the get go, I had the instictive feeling that I had pulled a muscle.  Shortly after seeing the OB/GYN who recommended a hysterectomy, a concerned family member of my sister-in-law who saw me walking in church called her to send word to me that I did not need the GYN, but someone to help with a sciatic problem.  Today, I sit in awe thinking back on the many prayers I said relating to my situation...Lord, show me what is wrong.  Lord, lead me to the place where YOUR healing is in store for me.  Lord, PAY MY BILLS!....whew!  Healing is coming along quiet well, but the $$$ are soaring out of our pocket books at rocket speed!  Lord, I trust that you WILL spread the available funds wisely upon our monthly obligations and those required for healing as well.

Mike is doing better.  Still has a little bit of the cold left to fight, but improved much since Monday.

Scott is quite frustrated with his symptoms.  On Thursday, as soon as we returned home, I made him take the antibiotic that he was prescribed.  I explained that the sooner it is started, the sooner you'll feel better.  A few hours later, he says, "Mom, this medicine is NOT working!  I do NOT feel better yet".  In the kind of laugh that only a mother can keep quiet, I explained how antibiotics sometimes take a few days to begin their healing.  The cough that I heard while he slept was soothed by OTC cough syrup, warm juices, and warm teas.  The fever has begun to subside as well.

This morning, it is I who feels those cold and cough symptoms sneaking up.  It is I who is drinking the warm drinks, gargling frantically, and praying that I can fight this bug in a really, really, quick way.  It is quite frustrating to be feeling "under the weather" after having walked the journey that I have in the last couple of months.  Please LORD, smack that germ right out of me, out of my house, out of my loved ones, out of K. and Z. who are also feeling under the weather, and into the marshes to sink in the muck and be gone for good!

I understand that rain is once again in the forecast for our area.  I pray that with that rain the many strains of germs that are hanging around and making all of us sick are washed away!

May health and prosperity be at our sides, at our backs, and at our forefronts so that we can always sing praises to Our Lord for the goondess that he rains down upon us - even when we are feeling too yucky to realize them.

Ultrasound 

Yesterday, January 31st, I had an ultrasound done at Dr. Foreman's office.  The purpose of this ultrasound was to check the ovaries for cysts or anything else that might be of concern or the cause of the pains that I have had, and occasionally still have, in my right side.  The ultrasound found nothing.  Everything looks good in that area.  Because I had a bladder infection in December, I asked them to check that once again to make sure that all was clear there too.  Clear! Thank you, Jesus, for the the clean bill of health.  Since nothing has been detected that might cause the pains I am having, I continue to believe that I yanked some muscles and the spinal area past their limits.  Since they are helping the situation to improve, I will continue the visits to the chiropractor.

A very dear friend of mine phoned me within the last few days to see how I was coming along.  As she and I talked, we learned that the symptoms I started out with and continue to have are ditto to those that she had several years back.  She also had several medical tests done in an effort to find the cause all of which found nothing that would be the cause.  She was able to have her situation corrected with chiropractic care and massage therapy.  She highly recommended that I give the massage therapy a try - IF my chiropractor said it would be a positive addition to his treatments.  During my chiropractor visit following that converstion, I asked him about it.  He said that he felt, since it appears that I have a pulled muscle, that I would most probably benefit from massage therapy.  I am going to give it a try.  I am hoping that doing so helps my muscles to heal even faster than they already are.  My first sesson is later today.

Although some of the original symptoms are still present, they do not come on as frequently or as intensely.  I began this "journey" with the instincts that I pulled something out of whack.  Because of the progress I have made with the treatments I have had, I continue to believe that was the case.  Along with that, I am now having to be conscience of the adjustments made to my spine.  With those adjustments, the musles are repositioning themselves along with the bones they are attached to.  This has caused me to be aware of the movements that I make and the wisest way in which to do them.

Fire in the Kitchen

After my ultrasound, Mike had to stop in at Sears for a tool purchase.  While he was doing that, I called my parents to let them know of the good report.  It turns out that they were headed to Lafayette for a post-op appointment with Dad's surgeon.  We shared a brief conversation.  I found that both of them seemed to be very distracted during our conversation, but didn't give a whole lotta thought to it. 

After Mike completed his business at Sears, we headed home.  About ten minutes into our trip home, we meet my parents as they are heading toward Lafayette.  My cell phone rings.  Mom is NOW in a talkative mood.  During that converstaion, she shared with me how they had a fire in their kitchen.  Mom burns candles at the kitchen table.  Dad reads the newspaper at the kitchen table.  Need I say more?  Yep, you got it.  While the candle burned, Dad read the newspaper.  He got a bit too close to the candle and the news combusted.  He hurries to the kitchen sink with burning paper in hand to put out the fire.  Praise God, no injuries or other damages were done by the fire.  And all of this while Mom is having her breakfast.  Her final comment during that conversation was, "What an adjustment this retirement is!"

Dad's appointment resulted in a good report - all is healing quite well.  Once again, Dad has been advised that smoking must be eliminated from his lifesyle, diet must be followed for both heart and diabetes, and that walking a mile a day will be the best excersise for him.

Other things that we are dealing with, that some of you may have heard me mention:

• We were concerned about Scott's horse.  He appeared to be having trouble urinating.  With the financial crunch that my own health has caused, there was no $$$ for VET fees.  After prayer and adding a bit of salt onto the horses feed, we witnessed the horse urinating and he seems to be doing much better.
• Mike was scheduled to begin the process of applying a crown to a broken tooth on Tuesday, Jan. 29th.  That had to be rescheduled because during the weekend prior to that, he came down with a cold and cough.  That Monday, he had to see our family physician which prescribed antibiotics and sinus meds.
• On Wednesday, Scott woke with fever, chills, and aches.  He was in the doctor's office yesterday getting his own prescription of antibiotics and sinus meds.  I accompanied him for this visit and mentioned to the doctor that Mike was here Monday, Scott on Thursday, and asked if he could write prescriptions for myself just incase I was to follow with the same symptoms.  He laughed and did just that. 
• Shortly after leaving the doctor's office, Scott began his dry, nasty cough that usually accompanied his asthma episodes when he was a young'en.  I heard him cough on and off during the night.  Since he has not had this in a very long time, I have no meds on hand to ease that symptom other than over the counter stuff....PLEASE God, let them help him and YOU heal him.  AND, PLEASE, PLEASE PLEASE, protect me from catching what they have.  I am already not quite up to par with patience and tolerance.  THREE members in this house feeling sick and yucky might cause some type of flaming combustion of our own....but not caused by candles.

A good day to all, and may many blessings rain down upon all of us!

Here ya go....straight from the fingertips of Mom.

"Roland and I are doing fine.  It was rough in the hospital he would wake up quite early like 4:30 and he was ready to go home.  He is now retired and at home and it is raining and cold and can't do much outside.  He wakes up early and then is sleepy yesterday he went to see the Dr. that removed the growth on his tongue and that is all well.  He still has some blockages in the right side of his neck and the back of his neck but they said they would treat that with medication or just follow a strict diet and no smoking.  Hunh!  he is trying but with no avail.

I went to the Chiropractor yesterday and told him I was stressed emotionally. He worked on me and prayed for me. 

Yesterday we were leaving to go to the Dr. and he had a hissy fit because he had no tic tac's and there was things in his console that he needed to clean out so he started throwing things around and getting pissed off OMG  I said stop it eh was throwing things outside and I said we are going to get a ticket.  Peanuts what is that doing in here I can't eat that.  I said if you don't shut up i will throw your cap out. 

So off we went pouring down raining and I am trying to just stay on the road in that awful weather and not use to this truck of his that he bought with the company or enterprise.  Tells me what to do and drive. 

Later down the road guess what his head starts bobbing and he falls asleep.  Amen, alleluia, and then he is cold all the time so I smother in the vehicle.  Ha.

I usually have to control the temperature often I put my side on AC and his on high heat. 

Well, we made it I dropped him off happily and went to my Dr. appointment. 

ALL I CAN SAY IS THANK GOD HE IS ALIVE.  MY MOM USE TO CALL AND COMPLAIN TO ME ABOUT DAD AFTER THE HEART HOSPITAL AND IA WOULD SAY THAT.  NOW I AM SAYING THAT TO MY SELF SHE IS NOT HERE TO TELL HER.  YES, I KKNOW I CAN STILL TELL HER BUT I FORGET MILLIE.

Anyway he fell asleep and when I finally turned around to look and see his mouth was open, his cap all crooked on his head and snoring. ha. Wish I would have had a camera to take it in picture.

Told Cindy the story and she laughed her fool head off.

We will survive.  He is not suppose to drive but eventually he will.  Scott and him went to the sale in Carencro one day.  To see the cows and horses.  So it is not all bad he really is going through an adjustment.  

Noel his tongue Dr. said all is good."

I asked if I could have her permission to post her message here.  Then came:

"Yes, you may have permisssion to put it in the blog/  Daddy just fell asleep at the computer he woke up at 4:30 went to town.  But after hearing the dog banging on the utility door.  He went let him out.  Then later after going back to bed he heard the dog banging  on the outside door.  so he let him in and put him back in the Utility.  Then I think he stayed up and then the dog started whinning  he wanted out and then he went to my door in the bedroom and started whinning.  He had fed him dry food but did not want to use the canopener to wake me up.  So I got up and pet him on the head he comes to me and looks at me like OMG  time you get up Daddy says he don't know what he wants.  So I feed him and let him out and everything is fine.  So later when Daddy went to town he started whinning again outside and I said NNNNO!

Never heard him again.  Every thing is cool now.

The dog did not wake Daddy up he just woke up and then the dog must have heard him.  When he put the heaters on.

So him and the dog don't get along but he did not get pissed off thank God. Or Falllllllll!"

"That is the topic of the day.  We I started cleaning his closet looking all over for a sweater that (name) had bought him could not find him then I saw his closet needs organizing.  We found all kinds of stuff and organized.  Then he said look I need to get at my desk , again the second time I try to clean and I am distracting him.  Ok I said go to your desk I will take care of this.  then later it is all over he comes to the computer and falls asleep.

Looking up stocks and is sleeping with his head down.  I told him to go lay down and then he did not and then the second time I said go to the sofa Roland.  He is now laying down."

If you know my dad, you also know that he is a whiz at some things, but mechanically inclined he is not.  And, I never knew that he would be interested in wrestling.

Scott and Dad headed out to Carencro for the livestock sale.  The two of them enjoy that sort of outing (me too!), and today's rainy weather made a great day for it.  I had to stay in due to my crazy back issue.  As they were driving off, Mom phoned me.  She shared a few of her and Dad's recent stories.  The first being that Dad was wrestling with Buddy.  Buddy is their golden retriever; BIG dog!  Buddy has a favorite spot to lay on when he is in the house.  That spot is right smack in the middle of their little home in the hallway which leads to the restroom.  This morning, Dad and Buddy wrestled.  Guess who won!

Mom sleeps later than Dad.  She woke to a strange commotion going on.  She learned that Dad was headed down the hall when he accidently stepped upon the dog.  Realizing what he'd done, he tried to avoide harming the poor thing, but toppled over and fell into the nearby closet.  Buddy won!  When the dust settled, Dad said that Buddy was looking at him as though he would have said, "What's wrong with you?" 

The repair was a plumbing issue.  Piping, water, wrenches, and retrieving parts from the local hardware store were all things that they assisted one another in doing on Tuesday.  I didn't get a lot of details on the adventure, but I can only imagine!  Mom said she slept REALLY well last night. 

Maybe Mom should have a blog!  I am certain that the details that she would share would tickle the funny bones of all of us.

All in all, Dad seems to be doing well.  Mom mentioned that he did feel too sporty today.  Hmm... Dad not feeling sporty, but headed to Carencro with my sixteen year old.  Lord, bring them home safe and sound.

And me...still seeing the chiropractor.  Everyone that I have spoken with says that it will simply take time for all to be back in place and the muscles to feel better.  During my visit on Monday, I mentioned to the chiropractor that the back was feeling much better and that now we just needed to get my bothered muscles to stop annoying me.  After mentioning that, he worked the area of bothered muscle.  I THOUGHT the muscle was bothering me.  After that appointment, the sensations that sent me to the chiropractor were back.  Not as bad, but the sensations that I felt were ditto of what was going on prior to my first visit with him.  After that first visit, the muscle aches improved dramatically.  Today, I went for another visit and mentioned the return sensations.  As I suspected, he said that sometimes working areas that are healing will aggrevate matters.  He said that it might be better to just let it rest for a while longer.  I left from that visit improved, but it seems like I still have a ways to go before reaching a point of being back to normal activities.

The ultrasound that Dr. Foreman recommended is scheduled for the morning of Thursday, Jan. 31st.  He recommended this because of the pains that I had been having in my side (those that disappeared after my first chiropractor visit).  Until yesterday, I was not very concerned about this.  With the return sensations to my right side, I figure its best to follow through with his recommendation.  With the improvements that I feel after today's visit with the chiropractor, I am almost sure that he will find nothing of concern in the ultrasound.  I figure its better to find out that nothing is wrong early on instead of putting it off only to find that there was something of concern all along. 

If sharing the above information about my pains and appointments has confused you, you are not alone.  I, too, have been confused and unable to figure it out.  My gut feeling continues to be that I pulled a muscle (in the groin or lower pelvic area; maybe both) and yanked my back out of whack.  The improvements with the chiropractor confirms that gut feeling, but I want to make sure we rule out other possible causes as well.

Keep those prayers going.  I am certain that they are what has brought me through thus far during the aggrevations of not being able to do all that I normally do. 

Our sufficiency is from God - 2 Corinthians 3:5

I saw Dr. Bolin, the surgeon.  His words were ditto to those of the radiologist.  With no changes, I return in six months for a repeat of tests and to see him.  If I notice any changes, then I must repeat these immediately.  He, as did the radiologist, assured me that this will probably never cause any concern.

 Praising God for the good report!

As homeschoolers, one of the first lessons that we learned, and are constantly reminded of, is the fact that we just never know where the next important lesson might come from.  Sometimes it is in books, the news, the internet, driving down the road, or visiting with family and friends.

As we visited with my parents on Wednesday evening, the topic of recession was mentioned several times because of the current news programs doing the same.  Scott chimed in with, "What is a depression, anyway?  Is that when everyone is depressed?"  We all answered in laughter with, "OH, yes!  People are depressed, alright!"  That laughter then turned into a great lesson in history and how the Great Depression effected those living through it.

Whether we be in a recession, or a depression, or just a short term journey of difficult moments, we can all count on Scott to bring us to laughter.  Thank you Scott, for the reminder to always find time to laugh no matter what the troubles may be.

The post just below this one was written quickly as I arrived home and hurriedly ate supper.  After that, we had to pick up Scott who stayed with his Sonnier grandparents and then on to visit with Mom and Dad (JuJu and RoRo).  Scott gave Dad that name when he was beginning to talk.  If I remember correctly, Frances follwed the RoRo with JuJu.  Today is Thursday.  Since Monday, I have been on super-charge so that I could get where I wanted to be, needed to be, and manage to be there with sanity.  Today, I had a quiet day and the some of events of the last few days have been replayed in my thoughts.  Those replays have caused me to sit and laugh out loud, so I thought that I might share them here so that you can laugh too!

Yesterday, I had a morning appointment with my chiropractor.  That appointment resulted in my being able to walk, ride, and move around without pains.  YIPPEEEE...continued progress causes me to shout praises to God.

Yesterday afternoon, Mike accompanied me to Lafayette for my mammogram.  He also accompanied me to the appointment with Dr. Foreman who detected the nodule which was the reason for the mammogram.  When Dr. Foreman mentioned nodule,  and I attempted to locate it with his guidance, I heard Mike say something about finding that long ago.  I looked at him as though he were from another planet and dismissed his comment.  The poor thing!  After that appointment, we hurried to meet with Mom and Dad at the cardiologist's office.  Upon meeting with them, they inquired about my appointment.  I mentioned the nodule.  They simultaniously said, "You called us years ago in tears with the same findings which was way back when Scott was a baby."  I was stunned to silence.  I could not remember that happening.  Later that night, I asked Mike about it.  He explained, in great detail, the events of that first finding; events that I still cannot recall; strange as that is.  I guess that when the doctor (the one that wanted to do a hysterectomy) said not to worry, I really withthrew it from my concern bank.

As we sat in the waiting room of the breast center, I got nervous.  What if all these years I've had something serious and was not concerned, had even forgotten about it.  I had never even felt the thing in all these years.  How could I just forget to monitor it???  Mike sat beside me. When we discussed this after my visit with Dr. Foreman, he showed very little concern.  Dr. Foreman had said it was probably nothing and Mike showed no worry, so why was I getting nervous.  I looked over at Mike to see that the "no worry" look had suddenly disappeared.  His eyes looked as though he had a million things to say, but his lips were not moving.  I had not sat for longer than five minutes when my name was called.  GEEZ...Dad would like the promptness of THIS kind of appointment!

I entered into the room, did the mammogram, and then I was directed into a small room where I had to wait for the radiologist.  The technician explained that he was with a patient and should not be long.  Wait some more.  Pray some more.  Think of Mike.  Wonder what he is thinking.  The technician returns to tell me that the radiologist will be just a little while longer and that an ultrasound will probably be done.  I mentioned that my husband was in the front lobby area.  She went to get him and said that he could be with me until I was done.  Although the initial wait was only a moment, this one was what seemed like eternity.  What if?  What if?  What if?.......Stop that!  Pray!

In order to do the ultrasound, I had to get atop an examining table.  These are big no-nos with my hip situation.  During the ultrasound, the position required me to tilt my hips.  Sure enough, I left there with returned pains.  UGH!  The ride home wasn't bad, but discouragement is hard to fight off when a pain that you thought was healed returns. 

Thinking that Mom and Dad were awaiting my call, I phoned them.  Mom answered.  I asked, "How's the patient?"  She replied, "WE slept, Cindy."  We are so tired!  I hurt all over!  She continued and then I gave the radiologist's report.  After ending the call, I realized that I didn't learn anything about how DAD was doing.  Mike and I decided we'd ride over and visit them after picking up Scott.

When we arrived, Mom is still cooking supper.  It is after 7pm.  She is usually eating at 5pm.  I asked, "What's the deal?"  They had gone to town and this and that and simply had a late start AND....then the Edith and Archie story came out.

While Mom was preparing supper, she closed the utensil drawer on her finger and her narration went something like this:

It hurt so bad I was seeing white.  Is that what's it's like when youre gonna pass out?  Don't know Mom, I've never passed out.  I was screeming and the dog even ran away from me and, and him, all he was saying was, "NOw, Judy!" It was hurting BAD, and then I had to go make a poo-poo.  Mike is quietly listening to the entire story and at that moment says, "Well, Judy, that's what it's like when you smash the (bleep) out of your finger."  Leave it to Mike to think quick enough to make us laugh so hard. 

Mom recently got a new dog, Buddy.  Buddy is a golden lab with long hair.  Mom is trying to keep him outside, but Buddy is spoiled rotten. He must have been cared for by someone who lived alone.  He quickly attached to Mom and seems to be concerned about her, and Dad, when we are there.  He really wants to be in the house with them.  He was disturbed outside, so Mom let him come into the doorway.  He made a bee-line for me, sniffed me, and jumped upon the sofa sitting his rear nearly upon my laps.  Mom said that she thought he was afraid that they'd leave him again.

We enjoyed the remainder of our evening with them and returned home with relaxed shoulders, sighs of relief, and praises to God for Dad's successful surgery and the good news that was shared with me about the mammogram.

Dad phoned me about 6am this morning.  We chit-chatted a bit and then he was off to "accomplish" something.  I asked what he'd be accomplishing today.  He replied, "I dont' know!  Something in the house, I guess."  He phoned Scott around lunch.  They had a very brief conversation.  I haven't heard from them since.  I'd better call over there.

Stay tuned for the "rest of the story".........

The abnormality in my breast was detected during the mammogram.  After viewing the results of that, the radiologist decided to do an ultrasound.  The ultrasound resulted in him telling me, "NOT cancerous!"  Perhaps a cyst or a small benign tumor(with a fancy scientific name), but NOT cancer.  I must follow up with another mammogram in six months, or immediately if I notice any unusual changes.

As planned, I will see Dr. Bolin on Monday so that he, too, can review the results of the tests that have been done.  The radiologist said that he felt certain that he would tell me the same.

Please join us in praising Our Lord for this good report.

Dad phoned.  They were just leaving the parking area of the hospital.  He sounds tired.  He said that he didn't think that two days of hospital stay would weaken him as much as it has.  He has a follow up appointment with the surgeon on Jan. 31.  Instructions that he shared with me were that he take it easy for a couple of days and no driving until after seeing the surgeon.

Now, I am off to prepare for and have my first, diagnostic mammogram.  Even though I am almost sure the nodule is nothing to be concerned about, I still ask for your prayers on this matter as well as prayers for continued improvement with the chiropractor's treatments.  I am encouraged with the results that I am having.  I do have quite a bit of stiffness and soreness after my appointments, but with each one there is a noticeable change in my being able to move more easily.

Have a great day, and keep those prayers going for us.