And to think I considered not going to that dinner.
I had biopsies–“just one more?” the doctor said apologetically this afternoon–to rule out uterine or endometrial cancer. Probably just autoimmune related but worth making sure.
I was bleeding, I was tired, all my body wanted to do was rest, or barf, and what on earth that had to do with anything from that procedure I do not know.
But there was to be a get-together of half a dozen women friends this evening that I’d baked a chocolate torte for. I’d been looking forward to it for weeks and I knew that it would be energizing to go. I had a ride.
Man. We had such a good time. I feel so great. Laughter really is the best medicine.
And everybody took a piece of leftover torte home to their husbands so they wouldn’t feel too left out.