Nana and Pop, thanks so much!

My dad and Debby just left after a grueling week here, taking care of the kids, the house and that rascal "Dikkens" while I had my surgery. They discovered the joys of parenting small children (again) and the kids discovered the joys of being with their grandparents for some fun, music and treats. Nana bought the kids new jammies (which they didn't want to take off for two days straight) and changed the bag on the vacum cleaner (who knew you could do THAT????). Pop got all the clocks working and chiming merrily and Dikkens got more hugs and walks from him and Nana than he's gotten all year. Besides this, the kids got some hugs and reassurance at a scary time for all of us. Amelia seems to have gotten some good lessons in crawling, as she's now scooting around the house getting into all sorts of mischief. I wish that we could have taken some more time to show them the sights of Stillwater, but the visit was so great, anyway. I thought of telling my dad as we left at 6am, tuesday morning that in fact I didn't have cancer, but just needed a break and was headed to Vegas. Unfortunately, inspiration was slow in coming, and I didn't think to say it until we were well on our way to Rochester. Oh well.

I'm starting to feel better and better each day. Still very tired, but the spectre of having "cancer" is looming less and less over me. I feel in a way, like I have a second chance - though it's really the same old chance I always had. I'll know more in a week from monday, when I meet with the endocrinologist to determine the next course of treatment... basically if I have to have radiaion treatment. For the first time though, I feel like I am going to survive this. (knock wood). Thanks to all of you for your prayers, cookies, cards, kind thoughts, and love.

Love,
Darcy