[an account of assurance]
part III :: please tell me the microwave isn't broke!
posted by codi bennett , Jan 14, 2011
Apart from that unsightly black hole, I was carefree in the matters of what once was that ‘natural tattoo’. I had no ongoing thoughts or concerns about it whatsoever. Then again, if you know me, you can vouch that my personality does tend to be somewhat carefree [or maybe careless?!]. I really don't carry paranoia about much of anything. The following day we loaded up our tribe for a voyage to scenic Nashville to enjoy the gourmet Cracker Barrel for Thanksgiving with our good, long-time friends, The Turners. [This very well could be a new tradition, by the way]. We enjoyed a [dare I use the word] fabulous time together and returned home to enjoy the official start of the Christmas season [woot, I adore Christmas].
That next night James and I were sitting down to a movie together. The kids were in bed and the house was quiet, we had brewed a pot of coffee and popped some homemade popcorn and were snuggled under a blanket together getting ready to enjoy an 'at-home date'. Just as we were pushing play, I received a phone call. James detected by my response on the phone that it was a serious matter. Our microwave had been broken for several weeks and he later divulged to me that the overwhelming fear going through his mind was that the repair company was informing me our most imperative kitchen device was either irreparable or equally as terrifying, that the restoration cost was exorbitant.
Whilst I, on the phone, was thinking nothing of the microwave. The call I had received was, of course, from the infamous Dr. Hudson. He let me know that he wanted to see me as soon as possible and expected that he would need to "do some more work" on me...[I know, right...what an interesting choice of words]. Dr. Hudson informed me that he had sent my skin lesion for a biopsy and the results were malignant and proved I had skin cancer. Dr. Hudsons voice was earnest and ironically good-natured: “Mrs. Bennett, I’m so sorry to tell you this, you have Melanoma.”
to be continued... [click to continue]
--side note: no matter what i do my fonts before/after the microwave photo will not match. soooo frustrating.--
-cjb-
That next night James and I were sitting down to a movie together. The kids were in bed and the house was quiet, we had brewed a pot of coffee and popped some homemade popcorn and were snuggled under a blanket together getting ready to enjoy an 'at-home date'. Just as we were pushing play, I received a phone call. James detected by my response on the phone that it was a serious matter. Our microwave had been broken for several weeks and he later divulged to me that the overwhelming fear going through his mind was that the repair company was informing me our most imperative kitchen device was either irreparable or equally as terrifying, that the restoration cost was exorbitant.
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| Thank You, Jesus, the microwave still works! |
to be continued... [click to continue]
--side note: no matter what i do my fonts before/after the microwave photo will not match. soooo frustrating.--
-cjb-
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