Waiting in the specialist’s office hoping he can give me some answers … and realizing how lucky I am. I am blessed. Sure, I have an unexplained lung mass … but I am blessed. With the most amazingly supportive network of friends and family for which a girl could ask. I don’t know why I was awarded this gift or why I so often take it for granted. Regardless, I’m glad to be sitting here with my husband and my dad. And everyone else. In spirit.
I will be fine, by the way.
Oh, and it’s my Dad’s birthday. And he’s spending it seated next to me in this waiting room all morning.
Happy birthday, Dad.
A friend of mine made this magnificent Spam cake for my dad’s milestone birthday last year.