Angi Aymond

I haven’t given you much this year, my faithful readers.  Oh, I pecked out a few things here and there, but mostly, I reposted things I had previously written.

Here’s why. Mostly why.

It has been a full year. A year full of hard stuff.  I can’t pour all of it out here because it’s not all mine to tell. My story intersects with others whose stories belong to them.

But …

In the last 16 months there’s  been 4 surgeries in my immediate family. One diabetes diagnosis. One cancer confirmation. One cancer return. And one cancer scare.

I can’t forget the good stuff: add one grandson to that mix!

But it’s been a lot. And I haven’t found much time to write.  Maybe I just didn’t have words  worth sharing.

A younger version of me would not be well.

But this better version of me – the best version so far – is resting in the arms of the One who loves her deeply.

Trusting in His goodness. Trusting in His timing.        Trusting Him.

And that’s why I am writing to you today.  I’m asking you to remember me in your prayers today.

I am grateful that I’ve had a cancer scare, but not a confirmation. Not the dreaded diagnosis.

Today, after months of probing, squeezing, long needles, titanium seeds, and even a fancy little magnet in my girl on the right … I will finally have a simple surgery to have this benign-but-better-out-now little lesion removed. I don’t feel nervous.  Not as of this writing. The scariest thought is that I have to show up at 8:30 am without mascara, eyebrow pencil, or deodorant!

The thing is, I’m good at doing things alone. I learned yesterday that I just might be a soloist. Not the vocalist; the ‘I’ll do it by myself’ independent type. 

So, I’m sharing my heart so that you can share my burden. And pray that God moves in all things and all people during my surgery.

The procedure should be simple. Quick. And I should be home early afternoon. But I covet your prayers just the same.

Thank you so much. 

Love to you all.