Despite the scary prognosis given, some incredible good stuff is unfolding. Sorry for the suspense everyone. Not trying to be coy. Just want to wait for confirmations... as well as the energy. I tire. Easily.

My family starts to trickle in late tonight. I'm so excited.

Despite the joys and charms of small town living... GRRRRRR. Trying to quickly settle some *estate* issues. Missteps and mistakes along the way. So unacceptable especially since this is easy legal stuff. Olivia arrives tonight. She's an attorney. She'll go with me to the lawyer tomorrow at crack-o'-dawn-thirty to get the paperwork done correctly. *sigh*

My housekeeper tried to pick up some meds for me and the wait was 2 hours. I told her to pick them up tomorrow. *sigh*

Reenie: Take a deep breath.

A kind woman came to my home and cut my hair. The end result: Appropriate look for a mother who has a son in the Army. *sigh* (I've already adjusted - it looks fine, but...)

At the end of the day - life is fabulous and all will get done and I have a good hunch that good news will soon arrive.

The young man who delivers my oxygen made a simple and wise comment today, "You be you."

He was referencing his observation that doctors don't know everything and that my positivity has served me well and will continue to.

Being told the other day that every night when I go to bed I might not wake up... well, that was a tough one. I was very very very quiet for 2 days as I processed. Can you even imagine? *sigh*

So, in the wise words of my minimum wage oxygen delivery person, I embrace You be you. (BTW, last week he wept. I said, "Ohhhhh, James. You are such a good boy." And he is. And he's just one of many many joys and charms of small town living - and why I'm glad I live here.

xoxo