It's my birthday. It's only 9:45, and it's already better than last year.
Last year my mom was having her second lumpectomy. On my birthday. I remember going to the hospital to meet my dad and family friend Vicki. I made cookies. A birthday treat to share in the waiting room. Rather pathetic, looking back on it!
My mom had all of her one-year tests on Monday--CT scan, bone scan, and mammogram. She had an appointment with her oncologist this morning and was hoping he would have the results for her. Well, he did. My phone rang 15 minutes ago. My mom was on the other end and said "I wanted you to be the first to know that I'm free and clear!" In hidsight, I'm surprised I didn't start crying right then and there. I just said "YAY!" There is no sign of anything left in her body--not even early signs of arthritis in her bones!
God is good. More than one reason to celebrate today!
Now, on with the festivities. Or at least, on with getting Dan out of bed...