Time after time

My brain is the consistency of mashed potatoes – I’ll spare the gazillion of reasons why – it’s all the same things I have been wining about for months. I’m surrounded by paper – old tests, old lecture notes, a paper I don’t even remember writing…and a Chihuahua. Mark is moving clothes from the washer to the dryer – the kiddos just went to bed.

I have no less than 8 windows open – all essential to my current mission – completion of my clinical log. While even a glance in the direction of that “log” is overwhelming – the clinical log fell off the “to-do” list many days – this too will get done. While my clinical experiences have been priceless, documenting my every move for 336 hours worth of clinical time is not my idea of fun. My attention has obviously wandered elsewhere.

Greer went to the pediatrician today for the second time in 24 hours – CBC looks viral. Breathing treatments are traumatic for her – oh the DRAMA. We must return tomorrow for a follow-up, another CBC on the horizon – I’m having flashbacks from our “chemotherapy days”.

Jackson is fabulous – his blonde hair thicker than ever and his blues eyes melting my heart. His health has been optimal – my heart ever-so-grateful. MRI in late May – we anticipate it will be the perfect start to summer – no tumor growth and another long interval until we scan again.

Mark and I? Having a blast raising these kiddos. Having a hard time holding hands while going in separate directions most of the time – but with a blended family – an almost 12 year old, 8 ½ year old, and 3 year old – that’s just how it is – it’s how we roll. I was thrilled with my lumpectomy results (well the pathology) – not so much my newly acquired “lopsidedness” – nothing I can’t get “fixed” later. The exact diagnosis was fibroadenoma but in our love language it was the green light for another baby! I had my IUD removed last week – it’s baby having time here at the Fortenberry residence – we are aiming for a pregnancy in the Fall but like I have learned many times – everything happens in God’s time – and so far – His time has been in perfect time – time after time.

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