my next appointment

I actually had to call the cancer center yesterday to find out when my appointment is in January. For anyone keeping track, it’s Monday, January 8. This will mean my normal routine of getting a chest x-ray on Thursday and picking up the films on Sunday. It also means that either I will allow myself to obsess over it during Christmas, or I will put it out of my mind and allow it to wait for the new year. Or moments of each.

I like to think that I didn’t know when my appointment was because I am taking life one day at a time and not looking anxiously around the corner. And I wallow in this grace that God has given me.

But there is a little part of me that realizes–like when I triple scheduled myself for 3rd hour yesterday–that I really have become quite a flake. So, maybe I’m just an airhead who can’t manage her calendar.

Either way, ignorance does seem to be bliss.


There is nothing more achingly sweet than a girl in pink tights and a leotard.
Zoe ballet twoZoe ballet classZoe by mirror

Zoe takes ballet in the same building I went to Kindergarten in. I like to think she dances in the same room in which Mrs. Beamers sang “Oats Peas Beans and Barley Grow” with my adoring class.

miss us?

Perhaps you’ve noticed that our blog has been stagnant for a while. Mark has completely overhauled our look, while I’m trying to come up with blogworthy material. Of course, now that the blog is ready, my mind is blank, but playing with the site a bit seems easy enough.

For starters, here’s a photo that I took at book club on Friday night. It was one of the rare occasions when all of us could make it. It was also one of the not-so-rare occasions that we didn’t discuss a book. Hey, we’re workin’ on it!