D-Day and Inspirational Friday

I know, those two don't really go together but I promise to make the connection. Stick with me.

Tomorrow morning I head to the doctor to learn my test results. He told Matthew after the biopsy last week that from his experience, he does not think the abnormal bone growth is cancerous. But he also said they were going to test every layer of the sample to make sure.

I made the D-Day reference because I feel tomorrow will be a pivotal moment in my life. If my hopes are confirmed and I am told I do not have cancer, I will be elated! If that does happen, I promise to make this my second chance at life. I may not run for Mayor or President but I will make waves. Some will be small and steady and some will be big. I will no longer just coast through this life and I count on you to remind of that if I ever lapse into that kind of existence again!

If I do get the news I am dreading and find out I do have cancer, then I still intend to change this precious life I have. How can I not appreciate what I have more than ever? How can I not stand up for those who need help? I still will make every effort to change the world. Inch by inch, mile by mile. I promise.

Today, I got an uplifting letter from a very dear friend of mine. He sent me a copy of a page of the book "Open Season." This friend of mine has stuck by me and my family through the best and worst that life can bring. He and I love to trade quotes that we love, quotes that are thought provoking and astounding. We are both verocious readers and find meaning in every corner of life. I am posting the paragraph he copied for me. He was right in knowing I would love it!

Happy Inspirational Friday!

"Joe had always considered individual words as finite units of currency, and he believed in savings. He never wanted to waste or unnecessarily expend words. To Joe, words meant things. They should be spent wisely. Joe sometimes paused for a long time until he could come up with the right words to express exactly what he wanted to say. Sometimes it confused people (Marybeth fretted that perhaps people thought Joe was slow) but Joe could live with that. That's why Joe despised meetings where he felt the participants acted as if they were paid by the number of words spoken and, as a result, the words began to cheapen by the minute until they meant nothing at all. In Joe's experience, the person who talked the most very often had the least to say. He sometimes wished that every human was allotted a certain number of words to use for their lifetime. When the allotment ran out, that person would be forced into silence. If this were the case, Joe would still have more than enough in his account while people like Les Etbauer would be very quiet. Joe had attended meetings where little got accomplished except what he considered the random drive-by spewing of words, like unaimed machine-gun bullets. What a waste of words, he often thought. What a waste of currency. What a waste of bullets."

I LOVE IT! Thank you Ward!