Good news and good news, a new pattern???

Hi Everyone:

First, thanks for you comments to my last post.  They were good and kept me grounded.  And they made me smile.

First Jim's good news.  We sent his MRI down to the NIH so that they could look for it for the bone cancer that the Ortho insisted he saw.  Well, theNIH called and said they see absolutely no cancer on the MRI, and that they do clearly see a break in the hip...which at this point is already healed up.  So, very good, right? 

My good news is after going to the ER for a crazy insane painful infected stone in my parotid gland (again), they didn't admit me, but put me on anti's.  And I won't gross you out, cause it is gross, but I did get some of the stone out, and I went to the doc today, and they are going to operate on it next Friday.  I had the CT scan today.  He says that he can and will "reach" it, unlike my last surgery.  So, while the infection was crazy and painful, it dislodged the stone and loosened it, and now maybe I'll never have another infection in my saliva gland, and my face will never again look like I have elephantitis.  So, very good right?

I love that I can say, "God is good" and not feel like one of those people who are always tossing out "God is good"  God is good" because they got a raise, or had another happy "good" thing happen to them.  And while I know I'm not a hypocrite, I can at least not feel like I sound like one.  I don't know if that makes any sense to everyone, but if you know me, the "God is good" mantra of the American Christian because they don't have to suffer very much, and are blessed with good family, friends, money, etc., DRIVES ME NUTS because it's just so ...wrong sometimes.   But to be honest, I guess I did once reside there, so, I'll just shut up now.  ;)

Seriously  I'm so glad it's "good" news this time. 

What's really cool, is that I didn't do jumping jacks when I heard.  Not because I wasn't happy, but because I wasn't worried, but was resting in whatever my Abba had for me.  I hope that doesn't sound like I'm tooting my own horn, cause I'm not.  I'm just celebrating that after what....25 years of walking w/ God, I actually rested in whatever he had for me without fretting, for once.  And He did it all in me anyway, so what would I be tooting about anyway?

Pray for me and my surgery.  I hate anesthesia.