Yes, I realize that I’m acting like a silly, crazy goofy lady, since I’m getting so excited over Nathan and Meagan’s recent engagement and upcoming wedding. But would you (please) just humor me for just one more little ol’ day? Then I promise I will post about something else.
When Nathan and Meagan got back to Florida, they spent Sunday afternoon with their official wedding photographer to get their engagement photos taken. (Photos by Kristen Czuchra)
I just fell in love with the photos and couldn’t resist sharing a few. If you think I’m bad now, just wait till I get my first grandbaby!
The beauty, tenderness and joy of young love is a wonderful thing.
There now. Wasn’t that fun?
In Other News . . . .
I’m headed out to the plastic surgeon in Greenville today for a little finishing up procedure; it should take 60-90 minutes and then I’ll be free to head on over to Chick-Fil-A and my favorite thrift store. It just makes the whole doctor’s visit worthwhile knowing I have those two exciting things to look forward to. (And no, I don’t get out much.)
Speaking Of Doctor’s Visits . . .
My sister e-mailed all the sibs today with the following report:
“Mom went in to see a pulmonologist today and he showed us the scan of her right lung. There's a small (spiculated) mass in there, about the size of the top of his thumb. Because it is so small, he said there's not a lot that can be done right now. It can't be biopsied and removing it entirely would be too risky because it's so far in the lung. He can't tell if it's cancer; he said it just looks suspicious. (And I, in my warped sense of humor, started getting a mental picture of a little mass with sunglasses and a trench coat with a fedora tipped low over one eye.) I know this is serious stuff, but at least that helped me smile.
Anyway, the plan is to go back in 3 months for another CAT scan to see if anything has changed. Another option is to check with her old hospital (before she moved) to see if any chest/lung x-rays or scans were done over the past few years that showed anything in her lung. If not, that would mean that this is something new.”
I must say that Debbie’s line about “the little mass with sunglasses” made me chortle rather heartily. She has learned the same lesson as so many of us who have faced difficult medical challenges: If you don’t laugh, you’ll cry. And laughing is sure a whole lot more fun, if you can possibly pull it off!
Since it looks like any sort of definitive diagnosis will have be to put on hold, we will just wait with praying, loving, and trusting hearts. We know that whatever the outcome, Mom is not just in good hands-- Mom is in God’s hands.