Chris felt up to a walk again yesterday. In fact, she’s definitely, definitively, clinically stir-crazy. We added part of a street to our route this time, so half a mile. Point 55 / mile. Five tenths and a little bit. Whichever one sounds longest to you. I was just proud of her for finishing.
Oh! I forgot to mention my sympathy stab. The other day I was trying to cut Freddy’s pills in half. We have one of those hotsy-totsy pill cutters, but it just wouldn’t work. In my efforts to repair it, my finger slipped and managed to find the cutting blade. It was the tip of my finger, so I didn’t really feel it (thanks, neuropathy), but boy did it bleed (thanks baby aspirin). We ended up wrapping it like I was a mummy or something just to stop the bleeding.
And yes … it was my dominant hand. Hence, “The Sympathy Stab.” Now, between us we have full use of two left hands. Made it interesting when I had to tie everybody’s shoes.
Yesterday afternoon was another doctor appointment. Well, there wasn’t exactly a doctor involved per se. It was the CT scan of her lungs. They were trying to locate and identify a rogue nodule that had appeared in the ER chest x-ray. She was not exactly excited about a scan anyway. Not only is she claustrophobic, but the spectre of cancer hovers over her.
And to have to do it with her arm all slinged up made it particularly scary.
As it turned out, the whole thing only took about ten minutes. I mean from the time we checked in to the time we were almost back to the car. Amazing. Now we wait for results.
Romans 8:18 says, For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is going to be revealed to us.
Father, thank you for that blessing of a ten minute CT. Amen.
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