Living Life Two Months At A Time
Ten days later, Gorman and I are still thanking God for a clear MRI. Everyday is a gift.
We’ve been enjoying some out-of-town company and are making plans for a couple of trips, including one to California to see our precious five-year-old grandson (and his parents, of course).
Gorman went to the dentist this week and learned that he has to have a fairly pricy dental procedure. His response was, “That’s okay. My MRI was clear”. Living with cancer has a way of putting everything in the proper perspective.