Thanking God and You

I’m baaaaack…or I will be in a little while – I’m not “quite” ready to start writing again. The surgery went very well – the anasthesiologist promised not to sedate me beyond “a couple of Guinnesses” which I guess he figured makes me loopier than it really does, but basically he had me giddy enough to chat stupidly with the surgeons and nurses. I saw the lump, too; they showed it to me – bigger than I thought it would be.

We wait now, of course, for the pathology report, but I still feel pretty optimistic on that point. I’m sure I am fine, and even if I am “not fine,” I will be – so I’m not worried.

I got to be purple-fingered, yesterday, and I took it as a humorous consolation from the Lord. While waiting, I had prayed, “you know, I’m not afraid of the surgery or any of this, but I’m so uneasy about anasthesia…I wish you’d send a little reassurance my way, a little comfort on that score.” Immediately after that I met the anasthesiologist (and liked him), but then the surgeon came in and started marking my breast, and asking me to confirm everything he felt. He used a purple marker to do so and when I used my finger to confirm his marking, I ended up with a purple fingertip! I laughed to myself and felt very consoled, and maybe no one else would find a co-incidentally-Iraqi sympathetic marking to be meaningful, but I did.

I’ll be a bit more productive later in the day, but I wanted to thank you, because as President Bush has said, I could “feel your prayers,” and they uplifted me and brought much comfort. I did a few emails, but I may not be able to get to the bulk of them until this evening – I did not want to have to wait that long to say from the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU, and God bless you all.

More later…