Coffee? Tea? Serenity?

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".........