Covid round 2

I keep trying to get back to normal. Normal schedule. Normal routines. Normal bike riding and walking the dog. Normal health. But that's not quite working the way I want it to work. Not yet. 

This last week I worked the fair in the Bazaar building. Demonstrated the Accuquilt Cutting system for quite a number of people. Sold a few. Pulled interested sewing and embroidery enthusiasts into our exhibit so they would get introduced to the machines we had available to sell. There were many, and our display earned the Best Indoor Fair Display for 2022. Such a nice honor.

The weather was good for the most part. The crowds were pretty amazing actually, especially as the day progressed. More and more people came to enjoy the fair atmosphere. I thoroughly enjoyed them, especially you who frequent the Aurora Sewing Center stores. It was so fun to see you and chat about the projects you are working on. It was equally enjoyable to hear how your summer has been.

Well, with all that, I landed Covid again. Started feeling funky after my Monday infusion. So now I am returning to that Covid way of feeling, and I pray it is short-lived. I've been in touch with the Cancer Clinic to see if I should be medicating. If I don't hear anything, I'm on my own, letting my existing immune system do its thing. Maybe this will help it become stronger.

Monday morning - before the Covid blossomed - I had an appointment with my surgeon. She was happy to report that I do not need to see her again for six months. So in January, I will have my first mammogram and follow-up appointment. That feels really good. AND I only have three more infusions remaining. The count down begins!

I do find myself thinking about that first mammogram and wonder if I will spend time worrying about it over the fall and winter. That worrying business is not something I want to do. Somehow I have to choose to put my concerns on a back burner and move forward with living, again trusting that God will lead me into my enthusiastic way of being. Onward is the word of the season. January is six months away!

Signed with a hope for new health, the quilting cancer girl