Yesterday Miss Terry had her annual checkup with her oncologist, and her report came back all good. She is now 11 years cancer free! When you consider that the night she was diagnosed, she had already lost 2/3 of her blood, and the first doctor to look at her in the emergency room told us to start planning a funeral, that’s a miracle!
It took a lot of hard work by a dedicated medical team, months of horrendous treatment, a lot of prayers from hundreds of people, and Terry’s own strong will to survive to get her through the ordeal, but she did, and life is good. No, it’s not good, it’s WONDERFUL!
Every year when we come back up here to Traverse City for her appointment, Terry gets very scared, starts to stress out, and needs a lot of reassurance, which is completely understandable. I can only think that it would be like me having to go back to Vietnam. Except that I don’t have her courage, and I’d probably head for Canada instead!
With that business out of the way for another year, today we are headed for Muskegon, Michigan for a few days, to spend some time visiting my cousin Berni and her husband Rocky, two of our favorite people in the entire world. It’s been a long time since we’ve gotten together, and we’re really looking forward to the visit. If the weather cooperates, and we have time, we may even try to get our kayaks wet! But at this point, the forecast doesn’t look too promising. 🙁
After reading yesterday’s blog, longtime reader Ron Butler asked if I wasn’t possibly pulling my readers’ legs with some of those questions. I assure you they are all legitimate, and those were just a few examples. There are plenty more where those came from.
I left out the couple in Texas who e-mailed last week, while we were in Minnesota or Wisconsin, asking we could "take a quick run" down to Dallas to look at a motorhome they are thinking about buying. Or the couple who complained that they have been thrown out of three RV parks because of their aggressive dogs (2 pit bulls and a large mixed breed) who “only” get loud and snarl if people come into or near their RV site. They wanted to know why people couldn’t love their animals as much as they do. And then we have the solo lady who wrote to ask for the name and e-mail address of a solo man with a fifth wheel that she met at a Pilot truck stop. He gave her a copy of the Gypsy Journal, and she’d like to get to know him better.
Thought For The Day – I would rather do something and find out that it was the wrong thing, than never know if it was the right thing.