Yippee! It's Saturday!

Which means that Friday is over and done with at last. Kirstin had her surgery yesterday and it went well. We will find out the results of the biopsy by Wednesday. She has a follow up appointment in a couple of weeks and that will (hopefully) be the end of that. I thought I was handling things amazingly well. After all, it wasn't happening to me, it was happening to my daughter. I was a little surprised last night, then, when around 7:00 p.m. I became suddenly and amazingly tired and my hands started to shake. I looked at them as if they didn't really belong to me. These shaking things couldn't possibly be my hands, could they? I wasn't feeling any stress, was I? Evidently my body knew something that my mind didn't and decided to take control of itself. It wasn't much fun. I like being in control. *Wondering here if that makes me a control freak. I suspect, however, that "Thou shalt have and maintain control" is written somewhere in the "Mom's Handbook". It's probably written right next to the telephone numbers for Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny.

Kaerlig

I wish to thank the person who stopped by to leave a comment about my "lovely" nickname. I see my sister-in-law also, at one point, left a comment asking what it means. "Kaerlig" means Loving in Danish although I'm fairly certain that it's similarly spelled in Norwegian and perhaps Swedish.

I spent a school year in Denmark many years ago, and learned some of the language. Letters to good friends were signed "Med kaerlig hilsen" (with loving greetings) or "Kaerlig hilsen fra Danmark" (loving greetings from Denmark). "Mor" means mom. So how do I define myself? I'm a mom, and I love my kidlets. So...the nickname KaerligMor seemed appropriate, as well as unique. Besides all that, Danish is a fun language :-) Jeg snakker lidt dansk, men ikke saa meget end da jeg gik til skole der over. Det har vaeret mere end 20 aar siden da jeg var en student paa University Center af Aalborg. To my danish friends (readers?) Jeg onsker i alle en glaedelig dag!

To be concerned or not to be concerned...that is today's (well, this week's) question.

I'm not going to say exactly what has me concerned or not concerned, but I do have some thoughts to throw out...throw away?...today. First off, I love living in a small town. Everyone knows everyone (which can be a scarey thing, but also a good thing). There are times, however, when it would be nice to live in or near to a larger city...or even a town with a population 10,000+. You see, here's the thing. Our medical coverage here is what it is...and sometimes, it stinks. Not because of the quality of care, or the training and expertise of the phsycians, nurses, and staff who work there, but because we have a clinic...and it's closed on weekends. In case of emergency, call 911 and/or drive 30 miles to the nearest hospital. Also, because we're a small town far from a larger town or city, any tests that are performed here on-site, have to be routed down to a clinic or hospital at a larger town or city, analyzed, and then re-routed back up here. In other words...hurry up and wait. Years ago, when our daughter was 4 years old, we had to wait three days for blood test results to make the loop so that we would know whether or not she had cancer. Gee...I wonder who didn't sleep for three days? Once again, we find ourselves in a similar position. The question is, should we be concerned or not? It's hard to just keep focused on the every day things that need doing. But I have to say, I'm getting much better at it.