P.S.

Maybe we should buy a big S.U.V. so John can get to work, etc!

Plus, wouldn't it help the auto industry?!!

Ha!

Advent In

A theme for the season of Advent is waiting, and there are different kinds of waiting.

Monday, I had my annual appointment with my family ("regular") doctor, Dr. Stacy O'Dowd, who keeps track of things like my thyroid. It was good to see her again.

She gave me the report that my mammogram from last week was clear. Good news!
She also said my thyroid was stable (I'm hypothyroid).
She also gave me an EKG, which she said was fine. I am thankful for each piece of health.

However, my urine sample (this blog is not for too dainty for basic body fluids) had a "little blood" in it. They sent it out to check for infection. Either way, I have to return for a recheck the Monday after Christmas. So this week, I have been waiting (not always patiently) to hear results. (I don't have lymph nodes to help with such things!) A nurse told me Wednesday (results not in yet then) that if the next check still were still not normal, they would sent me to a urologist. I have been hoping for the most simple possible explanation, thinking perhaps if there is an infection, I can take some medicine and it will be all better. The end.

They had said the results might be in Wednesday or Thursday, so today, I called the office again to ask. However, the recording said the office was closed. I assume because of the weather.

Wanting to take care of it before the weekend, I eventually called the on-call doctor, who somehow found out the results were negative. No bacteria found. Is this good news? Who knows? But I stopped being concerned about getting medicine right now. My plan had been to give them a phone number for a pharmacy within walking distance.

Did I mention that we could not get our car out today? After John cleared the driveway, he pulled into the unplowed street, trying to just stay in the tire tracks of those who had gone on before. However, the car kept getting stuck, and he managed to rock his way back into the driveway and into the garage.

He walked about a mile to a local grocery store for a few essentials. (Ok, the truth is, he was out of coffee.)

I am having fond Traverse City memories, where a dear farmer from our congregation (Jeff Aprill) always just appeared and plowed us out. I appreciate that even more today.

The snow is beautiful. It was John's day off, so though he shoveled a lot and did some work from home, he was not stressed by not being able to get out.

For James, however, that meant he could not get to Plymouth for work (could do some work from home) nor later, to Sarah's in Monroe.

As for Carrie, I talked to her a moment before 6:00, when her flight was about to leave from Dallas to Philadelphia. She had been in L.A., California a couple days for work.

Coming home. Leaving home. Being home. The wait in between.