a diagnosis, at last

After more than six weeks of acute pain and terrible fatigue, after many holes in my arms and too many tests, the doctor has called with an explanation of what has gone wrong with my body.  It seems utterly curable, but it will take a while (specialists must be seen, things must be verified, before I can start on any course of treatment).



I am just so grateful, tonight, for a probable answer.  And I am especially grateful for the quilt that arrived here on Monday, from my dear friend Wendy Robards, who must have known, all those months ago, that I would need her goddess comfort.



Oh, how I have been blessed by her goddess comfort.  As I am blessed by all of you.



Thank you for putting up with me all these weeks.  I plan to soon return to full fighting form.