My son-in-law Derek's mom, Kristy, is also my dear friend and it was her 59th birthday yesterday. She is exactly five days older than I am and damn, she looks good! Happy Birthday Kristy, from all of us here on the east coast that have been the recipients of your graciousness and generosity.
Speaking of Derek, I didn't post last night because he and Isabella drove up, so that he could watch the Eagles vs. Cowboys game with Jay and Danny. Naturally, Derek is the Cowboys fan. It was a great game, even though the Eagles lost. The boys did the cooking, Jay fixed fabulous mussels and Danny made delicious soft-shelled crabs. I did the tomato salad and my orchardess friend Karen's, cold cucumber soup. Modi made the bread...mmmm.
My doctor called with my test results on Saturday, as promised. What a terrifying experience. I was so afraid to pick up the phone. It was a CA125 blood test, which is for ovarian cancer. I won't go into all of the reasons (I'll leave that in my memoirs) that the test was necessary, but it makes me sweat just thinking about it. Well, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU GOD, that the test was normal.
The three days that I waited for the outcome seemed like an eternity. The first day I just felt like there was no problem. Then when things got quiet, I started thinking about the reasons for the test and on the second day I had serious doubts. By the third day, I was angry and could have told you why I was the poster woman for ovarian cancer. I believe my dread was exacerbated by having witnessed a family member go through it. My sister-in-law Shirley, died at the age of 54. She fought hard and lived longer that expected, but it was hell. On the other side of that coin is, that in addition to thinking about the horror that could be ahead, I thought about my family and friends. There was so much to consider, but suffice it to say, I don't have to deal with it at this point, so please allow me to remind you to count your blessings, every day, I definitely will. Right now, to my family and friends, I love you...know it, no matter what, I do.
That leaves the painting di giorno, of a watercolor of a flower pot in my yard. "Flower Pot by the Pond, watercolor on Strathmore, cold press paper, $25.SOLD
Isabella's here for a few days, so I need to go cuddle with her. P.S., I still haven't caught that raccoon.