…at least, I hope it turns out to be that way.
Today TheDad and I will return to Philadelphia for his 1-year cancer checkup. He has 3 appointments: an X-ray, a CAT scan and a meeting with the surgeon. (No, there’s no surgery on the agenda at the moment, but we both thought that the surgeon was a better choice for our follow-ups, just in terms of personality and ability and willingness to explain things clearly.)
My pocket Rosary is ready to go; it will keep me company while I am waiting. Even if I’m too distracted to pray, there is great comfort in holding this Rosary, made (and prayed) by a caring friend, in running my finger over each knot that represents so much, in gripping the cord tightly in my fist.
Please pray for us as we wait, as we attempt to keep the balance between hope and dread.