It reminded me of our back yard.
On my way to St. James to pray for detachment I realized I was walking under a
canopy of lights. A bit French, a bit Italian, a bit of our backyard which always makes me smile,
no matter what the season.
When I got home, HRH was still waiting for me, though weak.
The vet called. The test results were in.
I waited for the sentence.
An unexpected and unpredictable surprise--no cancer cells but BUT
a massive bacterial infection. She was as astonished as we were.
More tests tomorrow to figure out what bacteria these might be and to start the antibiotics.
It's a race against time now.
A friend prayed for a treatable diagnosis.
I should probably trust him more from now on.
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