Is It Luck?

It has been a long day.  Ten and a half years after being diagnosed with, and surviving, inflammatory breast cancer, Faye has to see doctors every Fall.  I am the one that seems to dread it most.  I always worry, but it is even worse this time of year. At times like these, I wish I could be like my sainted mother.

Mom suffered immensely during her life, putting up with the nine of us idiots, and our wild ass dad.  She was in constant pain for the last thirty years of her life because of a fall that crushed both heels.  We had nothing for a long time, but she was expected to make it all work, and make everything better.  Whenever something tragic or annoying happened, she would retort, "I feel lucky." She felt lucky when the car broke down.  She felt lucky when the lights got turned off.  She felt lucky when almost anything happened that would make a lesser human go berserk.

She always put everything in perspective.  No matter what happened, she knew that she had nine children and a husband who loved her.  She had grandchildren that adored her.  People off the street thought she was the nicest person they ever met.  She always found a reason to smile.

I have a reason to smile today.  the polyp found during Fay's colonoscopy is benign.  Her blood work was great.  Her mammogram was negative.  Dr. Blum said she found nothing abnormal during her examination. Faye is amazing and I can finally smile.

 I FEEL LUCKY!!!