It is ALL Good
I gathered my relatives and a few close friends - all prayerful, supportive people - to let them know of the situation. And for two/three weeks we prayed. I think my husband may have even prayed more than I... prayed earnestly for the lump to be taken away.
Over Christmas, my grandson - 4 years old - visited. On the day of their departure, he and I were sitting at breakfast together when he asked me, "Nannie, are you going to miss me?" I told him I would miss him. He jumped up and said "I'm going to get you something." He went into his sleeping area and came back with the lamb he plays with while he's here. "Here, this will help you."
"So I won't miss you?"
"Yeah." A pause then..."Do you know who loves you?"
"Um...who?" I asked, wondering what he was about to say.
"God. God loves you. And you should never give up."
Where in the world did this come from? Why would he suddenly decide I needed something like a lamb? Why would he think I needed reminding that God loves me, and that I should never give up?
Why...when I needed to hear those words? From a four year old at breakfast? Really?
This morning, I went for my mammogram and ultrasound. I brought my Lamb. My husband took the day off in case I would need him, and accompanied me for the testing. My son joined him in the waiting room, as he just "happened by" after a meeting at the hospital affiliated with the offices.
Mammogram results - normal. There was nothing there now.
Ultrasound followup results - normal. There was nothing there. All test results were normal.
Let me again say, thank you, family and friends. Thank you, God. I am amazed. I am grateful. I am humbled.