Rainy day vrs Sunshine

Good day to all of YOU!

It's raining outside, I've got a fire in the fireplace.  I love days like this as long as they come around once every six months.  This is the kind of day that inspires me to get on my blog since I've been remiss about staying in contact with you.  I apologize....again.  It's also Friday, so TGIF to you as well.  So many ups and downs since I've been in touch with you.

Oh my, I just had an interruption.  My home health nurse, Ruth (that sounds so geriatric) has just arrived. (sounding geriatric is not Ruth, rather the idea of a home health nurse.  Anyway I will share with you a typical (typical????) visit.  Ruth comes to visit once a week.  She changes out the tubing and dressing on my PIC LINE (this tubing starts in my right forearm and goes beneath the skin to my heart where it dumps the medications. The PIC LINE also allows for drawing blood for testing.  I'm not a good vein person (veins are too small).  I was told that my veins "hide from me" when they see the needle coming.  Oh come on, I'm 50, I don't have veins "hiding" from me.  If anything my veins have sunken below the wrinkles and fat.  Don't give me that "hiding story".  Okay, I'm getting tedious and rambling.  Anyway Ruth makes sure everything is running as it should be and cleans up the sites of any concerns.

So, I'm doing great.  All of my tests are positive (in a good sense).  My tumor markers via blood work are decreasing which is wonderful.  Truly your good wishes and prayers are getting to God's ears.  It is truly a miracle.  And, I thank you for your caring and loving thoughts along with your prayers, gifts and cards.  I haven't gotten through all the notes you've sent.  I'm getting to a few of them each day.  I deeply savor all the sentiments.  I am taking the time to look up referenced scriptures.  It's a blessing.  I love it.  Thank you.

My rainy day has turned to sunshine, everything green is glistening.  I can see myself riding down the highway in a fancy, bright, stylish convertible, my hair blowing in the wind.  Then I realize I don't have a convertible and I don't have hair.  It doesn't hurt to imagine....

Thank you again, for all you do and all of your caring thoughts and prayers.
Imagine.......
God bless you and yours.
Thank you.
Love you
Sheryl (imagining)