
I had an appointment last Friday and was totally expecting a quick one. What I got instead was the doctor telling me that a fibroid was found during my ultrasound. He is not concerned. My next appointment is still 3 weeks away. It just took me completely by surprise. I thought the ultrasound went well, and by and large it did. It wasn't bad enough that the technician summoned the doctor to take a look. Still, they have to tell me. The biggest threat is going into preterm labor. When he asked if I had had any contractions, my reply was literally, "right now?!" But you know what? I have had contractions. In my naivete (or stupidity whatever you want to call it, after all I DO know what a contraction feels like) I never in a million years thought that I was having a contraction. They are Braxton Hicks contractions, and I never have more than one at a time. Thank goodness, but now I am analyzing every single bit of movement or pressure.
My sister has a girlfriend that has been fighting breast cancer for eight long years. She has conquered each setback to date and has been living with the cancer as best as she can. Her children have had half of their lives taken by this. I don't imagine that her daughter even remembers a time when her mom wasn't sick. It appears now that the cancer is in her lungs. If anyone can hang on a little longer, I believe that Julie can. Please say a prayer for her and her family.
And a bit of good news. One of my friends called me today to tell me that the police had arrested a man accused of murdering her cousin 23 years ago. It had remained unsolved for this long. The work of a cold case detective with the Torrance PD was able to finally put some pieces together that resulted in them getting their big break. Today was a day the family has waited for for much too long. The accused was convicted! The jury took one day to decide. After 23 years her family finally gets a little bit of peace.




