I’m pleased to report that today’s mammogram experience turned out even better than expected. Late last night, I realized that I need not go it alone. So I called my dear friend, Eric, & asked him to accompany me to my appointment. Without skipping a beat, Eric answered, “I’m your man.” And boy, is he! Eric has an uncanny way of making the cancer center (& life) all the more beautiful just by being there. I’m so incredibly blessed to know & love such an Earth Angel as my Mr. Smith.
The fabulous word from radiology was a clean bill of health so I’m cleared for another year here. When I sent a quick email announcing my good luck, here’s what Pixiepa penned in reply:
“It makes my brown Scots eyes smile and tear (slightly) with great joy. Luck has a way of coming to girls who seek wisdom. God is good.”
He’s one smart cookie, that Pa o’ mine. Happy St. Patty’s Day!
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