Again, with Tom Petty (he’s a heartbreaker) and the lyrics to another song he produced —
Sure as night will follow day
Most things I worry ‘bout
Never happen anyway
The song “Crawling Back To You,” was probably not written about crawling back to Jesus, but somehow the lyrics could easily mean whomever you trust to be there for you.
Once again, you did it. This morning, Dr. Pollock delivered the best news ever. There’s nothing to worry about in my brain. The tumors are nearly all gone or stable. He said no MRIs until November or December, and if there are no changes, I will have made two years from Gamma Knife Day, meaning I will not be doctoring with Mayo until I become symptomatic.
The area of cancer in my right lung showed improvement on the chest CT scan and there was no new evidence of disease there either. I almost can’t believe my good fortune.
Rather than worry about the day when things don’t go my way, I will ask for continued prayers to hold my condition steady as I follow through on my commitments for the year. These are the things I can focus on now with a happy heart.
I’m working on writing. I don’t know what will come of any of it, but I trust that God will provide.
Sunday, I began planting my outdoor garden. There will be some adjustments in what and how much of each of my favorite veggies to plant. Naturally when there’s room, a good gardener won’t stop until every last inch has been planted. I will have an abundance to share.
I chose not to do the farmers market regularly this summer. I will most certainly miss it, but I will not miss the work. Mostly I will miss the opportunity to work with Lucy and Oliver. That being said, I will do pop-ups, so keep an eye on Facebook or request notification by text if you are interested in the items I create on the days I feel adventurous. I will have chokecherry jam and raspberry jam soon. Hopefully salsa and sauerkraut and dill pickles by the end of August.
My flight to Estonia has been booked and paid for. Now, I must work on my assignments for the week at the Tartu Academy of Theology Bible Camp. Keep the team in prayer for all we need to make a difference. Ummm, and flying isn’t my favorite thing to do, so I’m hoping for safe travel also.
I will do my best to spend as much time as possible with my grandkids. I know that Oliver would be a great help with laying irrigation in my high tunnel. But young granddaughters, Elle and Lucy, did say to their moms at one time, “All Grandma wants us to do is come to her house to work.”
Girls, it’s not work if you love it. And look what you learned.
Thank you everyone for all the support and love you pour out every day that keeps me going.
The photo for this week is me in Washington. I would like to remind you to continue to contact your legislators in Washington about things that are important to you. I wrote emails this week inquiring about cutting the research funding dollars provided by the National Institute of Health. Without funding, no new drugs for cancer means Congress is signing the death certificates of many of us with Stage IV cancer.
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