Of God winks and snakes

The phone rang in the hub bub of happy, bickering children ( that's what makes them happy , is to bicker.  and see who is the king or queen of the mountain).

After a night of little sleep and lots of crying, I really didn't feel like picking up the phone, until I saw that it was my beloved OB GYNs private #. After asking me how I am , to which I replied " not very good, but I will be alright ". There was silence on the other end for a bit, than she asked " what is going on?" So I told her my diagnosis. We had such a good , encouraging conversation it did wonders for me. It was a  gigantic God wink in my day. She said she had been thinking about me that week and I was so heavy on her mind that morning she decided to call me and see if she could convince me to have my lump removed, since my med records showed that I had decided to wait. I have no idea where wires got crossed with that info, but do think it was God's way of giving me encouragement for the day.

For lunch we went out to eat and S and L sat at a table all by themselves. Proud as peacocks they were , than we browsed through our local wally world after that we took a scenic drive to Hershberger's truck patch and watched kettle korn being popped. Of course we had to buy some, which the children promptly munched as soon as we were home.

I did some other errands also, its funny how  your world can tilt on its axis but life goes on, clothes become dirty and need to be washed, food needs to be prepared for hungry littles that have bottomless tummies, homework has to be done , and dead hosteas need to be trimmed which gave me an adventure that Saturday...

I was giving the hosteas their haircut for the coming fall, when out slithered a snake from beneath the bushes.

At the sight of that loathsome creature,  I  forgot that I am diagnosed with cancer, and had surgery a couple days before... Basically forgot everything and had tunnel vision focused on getting the best of the dumb snake that was doing its utmost to weave away from the crazy two legged being ( me) that was whacking at it with trimming shears. Unbeknownst to the nervy garter or any snake .( I would make an exception for a python or a cobra though, I would run away as fast as my legs could carry me if I would see one ) you don't come close to me unless you want to be roadkill. I had a very sore breast and arm  for the next week as proof of my snake killing experience.