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Sep. 21st, 2008 @ 07:39 pm 
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We have had such an adventure. Last Friday we flew from Charleston to Richmond to attend a reunion..then flew back to Charleston on Sunday. We set fire to $100 because we had reserved a room at an Ashland, Virginia hotel that looked like you should be packing heat if you wanted to stay there. So we canceled the reservations that we non-refundable and stayed at a safer looking hotel. We had a wonderful time with friends we hadn't seen in years and shared old and new stories. I was so thrilled that Dick had such a good time. We met at a restaurant called The Smokey Pig (I knew as a vegetarian that I was dead in the water!) and he and his college and early married life buddies laughed until I thought we might be asked to leave. The wives sat together and I caught up on the lives of my former next-door neighbor whom I have loved for years, my car-pooling buddy from when I worked as an IV nurse at Richmond Memorial Hospital, and my friend who has the wonderful name Cecil - not Cecile.
Then on Sunday we flew back to Charleston, got into our car at the airport and drove to Disney World. We stayed at the All Star Resort, Disney's Motel 6, but still on the property. We met up with our 'Clump,' the same as in November and walked our hineys off in dreadful heat. We did get an opportunity to have Caleb, our newly-turned five-year old, to ourselves one of the nights. Caleb, Dick, Tommy and I did the new Buzz Lightyear ride while the rest of the Clump did something else. I started a "Caleb's Disney Adventure" journal with him and we wrote something each night. He is a refreshing little boy and we loved having him all to ourselves if only for a little while.
We came back to the IOP on Friday and Saturday we had about 70 plus people here to honor Sarah and Dave following their wedding. It was fun. Then I was elder of the week at church and we had an early beach service and then a christening at the 11 o'clock service. At 1:30 I fell apart.
Waiting for me amongst the other mail was a letter from the hospital telling me that there is something a little suspicious in my one good, pretty breast. The recommendation is that I have another mammogram or MRI or some ungodly test in five months. I can't even think about it right now but will call my A-team, Scott and Amy tomorrow. Damn it! No matter what, there will be a little preoccupation in my head for the next five months. Somehow I don't think I will ever be totally unafraid. |
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