We’re off to Providence shortly.  I have a meeting with my surgeon (scheduled check up) and will have a follow-up mammogram and ultrasound afterwards.

The mammogram is going to check my left breast for tumors.  But because last spring’s giant tumor went undetected from mammograms for years, an ultrasound has been added to the procedure.

Hallelujah.

We’ve every reason in the world to be optimistic, but cancer is a tricky beast so we’re not exactly complacent either.  I await the phrase “all clear” so I can start counting down the days until I get on a plane and fly west, to the lake and the mountains and the music and the porch and my beloved gas grill…with the laughter of family and friends surrounding us.

Hey, is that too much to ask???  I don’t think so!!!!

Whatever happens this afternoon, Banjo Man and I have planned to stop at Cracker Barrel on the way home.   Because no matter what, there will be mashed potatoes.

My dock, my chair, my table, my view and my osprey.