So, a month ago today was my surgery. It’s been a very interesting road. Things like that make one stop and evaluate – no matter how cavalier you are. Yes. I stopped; and I’m delighted to report I discovered some unexpectedly wonderful things along the way. Here is a tribute to my medical team. I am a Boomer. Sigh. Yes, the years have flown  by and I’m firmly relegated to the AARP set. (Although, in the interest of full disclosure I will never join that organization because I disagree with much of its political leanings. But that is another post…) On August 30th, as I moved to the operating table, I was surround…

Today is back to the doctor…the “dreaded” oncologist. I’ve been told repeatedly that I do not have cancer, but for some reason that very word makes me shudder. It really shouldn’t. It’s just a collection of letters. As I was walking up the stairs with Samantha this morning, I realized, “It’s all ok – it’s all good. God has this and it’s not my burden.” I mean – what I went through less than a month ago makes this look paltry. So, my motto of “Inhale Grace – Exhale Gratitude” is in full swing today. I know He is with me. I know whatever the doctor says today is ok…

So, it’s been almost 2 weeks since I had the Spielberg mutant cyst removed. It’s kind of a crazy experience losing over 30 pounds in 2 weeks! I have had to recalibrate my balance. It sure feels good, though. Today, as I work from home, I am practically tap-dancing because I’m so happy. I mean, even Excel looks fantastic and interesting. I’m so grateful. Sammy is also enjoying the extended time together. When I picked her up on Saturday, she almost tore down the door of her kennel. Her face was a happy thing to see – that’s for sure.  

Have you ever procrastinated? You know – the oil change, the HVAC filter, the insurance review, cleaning out the ‘fridge? Yeah. All of that. How about ignoring yourself? How about putting off that doctor’s appointment because you are too busy, too tired, too broke, too – dare I say too stupid? Yeah. All of that again. C’est moi. So, I decided, in my zeal to accomplish my financial goals, to ignore the overt signs my body was giving me. I thought I could power through it all if I was more disciplined, more determined, more focused. Wrong-o! I thought I was being selfish. Huh? Dictionary.com defines SELFISH as: [sel-fish] /ˈsɛl…

His name is Taz – and I’m not sure I’m spelling it correctly. He’s a Resident anesthesiologist at Baylor in Dallas. He was part of my surgery team last week. Do you think you can make a difference? You can. I’ll tell you a little story – it’s one I will never forget. Taz came in to see if I had any questions before surgery. I asked about the tubes down my throat, and he acknowledged that would happen. I laughingly said, “Go easy, I’m a singer.” My comment opened up a short, but lively conversation about music as we wheeled down the hall toward the operating room. He is…

Sometimes, life can come along and unexpectedly hit you in the face. But there are also many times when the whispers of God are quiet but intense. The past week has been a strange ride. I never really expected to have surgery. I have experienced friendship and love at its best. Some friends from Elephant Butte, NM gathered in church to pray during my surgery. Can you imagine? Me? Praying for me? My eyes are blurred with tears as I type this thinking of their sweet friendship. Another friend drove a long distance to be with me before surgery. I was so touched. It was such a comfort and meant…