We have had a slight turmoil here now all OK as Jerry underwent medical tests. The cold Jerry had on our trip became near pneumonia and so he reluctantly agreed to go to the doctor in North Carolina. While he got antibiotics and recovered readily, they detected a spot on his lung when they took xrays. After we returned home, he finally took the CD to our primary care physician and a very quick short ride on Mr. Toads wild wagon ensued over the past week, culminating with a PET Scan to satisfy our MD and the pulmonary specialist at Mayo Clinic and to rule out malignancy. It turns out to be just a spot but they will monitor it for two years to be sure it does not change, now that they have a baseline. While I was feeling positive, Jerry who enjoys excellent health was quite concerned, one can say scared as to what might be. So we will continue to give big heeping Thanks tomorrow. Relief came Monday with the results of the PET and a short meeting with the Pulmonary MD. We are blessed to live here and have Mayo Clinic for our health care, they do not mess around and proceed full speed ahead...despite Medicare and Insurance restrictions. We well know no one is promised tomorrow, so we try to live in the present moment by moment.
As we are at Thanksgiving Eve, I share thoughts from one of my favorite girlhood authors; long before Little House on the Prarie went to TV, generations of us girls read and enjoyed Laura Ingalls Wilder. Here she writes about 1922.
Happy Thanksgiving to all my bloggy pals in this country and abroad!
