This month I entered the last year of my 40s. I am grateful for all the years that I have been gifted so far. And humbly welcome any more that life may grant me.
It was also the month where I had to go for my physical. My doctor’s office called in January and said I was due for a complete checkup. So we scheduled an appointment for early February.
From a physical examination to a blood test to a mammogram to a few other tests in between, I had a few days worth of medical appointments in different locations around town.
Then I waited for the results; one of the worst feelings on earth. You hope for the best, but your mind starts to conjure up all kinds of terrible scenarios. Ah, the rampant imagination of the mere mortal being.
Last week my doctor called to give me the results of all but one of the tests, and Monday she phoned in the final one.
“Everything is fine”, she said.
And with those three simple words, I was given the greatest gift of all: a clean bill of health. Something that no one should ever take for granted, and the only thing we should wish for.
I am extremely grateful for this blessed good news. It has indeed been a wonderful month.
|I'm so looking forward to my garden waking up this spring!|
Wishing you all a lovely day.