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.
Damn right you’ll be fine.
And hoping (and praying) that your friend will be up and complaining about hospital food soon.