Sunday, March 1, 2009
If dreaming of finding pennies counts, there were two. They appeared during the night before my trip to the Lemmon-Holton Cancer Center for a sudden lump last Thursday. Numerous digital xrays, diagnostics, and two ultrasounds later, there was no hint of surgery where incisions had been made before, only free valet parking and Douwe-Egberts coffee, views of large flat-screen tvs, lighted ceiling art, the city, and the beautiful, beautiful blue sky. Oh, and my plastic amusement park bracelet.