…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.
Uniting my prayers with yours!!!
It’s amazing how fast your fingers can fly over a rosary and never remember praying one prayer. But Mary hears them. Remembering you today.
PS And crossing my fingers because I don’t think I’ve been able to publish one comment successfully since you switched sites.
It’s gone. Did you get it?
Sigh. The first comment got eaten. It always does.
Just know I’m praying for you.
Ok, I think it’s all good now, Barb! IDK what the problem was. It thinks you’re a first-time commenter. Your comments should go right through after this. And just out of curiosity, I wonder if it has to do with your blogger site that you probably filled in when you signed in to comment. Blogger and WordPress are always feuding.
Rosary in one hand, typing with the other…CAT scan in progress.
I logged into Word Press, but you’re right, they can’t get along. Like my kids!
In the words of my friend FranciscanMom, #memorareup .
Much love and prayers xxxx
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