I hope you’re all having a wonderful Easter morning! We’re looking forward to church, and to getting together at Nora’s house for the Easter egg hunt and picnic this afternoon. I know we usually do all that on Saturday, but Nora had to reschedule because McKay was sick. It’s always great to get together, whenever it happens to work out.
We had a couple of warm, sunny days this week, and people everywhere seemed happier. Our cats are happier too, because they’ve been spending more time outside. Scout has learned to chase birds, mostly little ones. He hasn’t caught any yet. Jacob bragged that his cat Adeline had brought home her first dead bird. Go, Adeline. I hope our cats stick with chasing them only. Sonia had a little adventure over in our neighbor’s yard, the yard where Harley the Siberian husky lives. She got in under their gate and was wandering around their trailers, very proud of herself. Then the little girl who lives there decided to catch her, and Sonia forgot how to get out. She ran for the corner by our yard and couldn’t get through. She was doing flips and back flips in her panic, and trying to jump over, but it was too high. Thank goodness it was only the little girl and not Harley. (Although the dad insists that Harley would never hurt a cat. He only likes to chase them.) Anyway, Sonia wasn’t as bad off as she thought, and we opened the gate and coaxed her back into our yard, where she bolted for the garage door. I hope she learns to stay closer to home.
I know I’ve mentioned to some of you that there’s a spot on my lung. I had a cat scan last week that showed that it’s grown, but it’s still only a centimeter across. My oncologist says it’s still too small to biopsy safely (the needle might hit something else), and he doesn’t want to start any chemo or radiation until he knows exactly what it is. So he wants to wait and just watch it. I remember that after I had the colon cancer, they said they needed to check the lower part of my lung, because colon cancer likes to spread there. But the spot didn’t show up for another six months. Maybe it started with one cell that got away. Who knows? I feel like my life is in the Lord’s hands, and I’ll live as long as He wants me to. Maybe the spot will miraculously disappear. That happens sometimes. I’ll keep you posted. Naturally I still need your prayers.
Thank you all for being so wonderful and supportive! Love, Mom