It turns out I forgot to delete some old messages and there was a new one from my brother Jason inviting us to visit sooner then planned. I felt silly for fearing the worst, when it was just a friendly invite to hang out for a few days.
Worrying about my what my voicemails were didn't change the reality of what it was. Thoughts are powerful, but reality wins all the time.
It is neither good nor bad, but thinking makes it so.
Even though I am an optimistic person sometimes for a moment dark thoughts creep in. Like any uninvited thought I try to think of something else, sing a song, and before I know it dark gives way to light. Recently an old Tom Petty song rolling around in my head has been helping out:
There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle.
Had I not got injured at work I wouldn't have got an MRI so quickly. I could have waited for up to a year if WCB didn't have a way to bump in line of in front everyone else. Of course there's the question of whether the injury somehow triggered the tumor. Perhaps, but groin injuries are common whereas tumors in the groin not so much. I am very blessed to have got injured at work, not only for the MRI but to spend more time with Myrtle. Who knew a torn adductor magnus could be a miracle?
Tonight will be Myrtle's first time being babysat. Monday is my biopsy in Vancouver. I am more nervous about tonight than the biopsy. All I can say is that whatever the outcome of the biopsy is there's no way I'm going anywhere. I have a woman to raise.
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Till next week, please keep us in your prayers.