Oh Wondrous Grace

I thought this would be my last portrait photo taken a few weeks ago. Perhaps even for a memorial photo. Never quit before the miracles. "We're getting a kitten today," I proclaimed loudly as we got in the car to head off to my Oncologist this morning. This was my way of trying to add a silver lining to what would surely be one of the worst days of my life. I got my CT Scan back a few days prior, and while the new growth tumors on my liver had receded and the main one had stayed the same, I have a cyst, which is now 20% bigger and charted as "large," the size of a chicken egg, in my ovary. Something my doctor had said must be cancerous in the last visit six weeks ago because what else could it be at my age (cysts don't typically present themselves in ovaries after menopause). I prepared for the worst, and my code word for hospice is now "kitten." You see, in my 20s, we adopted two of the most beautiful kittens I'd ever seen from the humane soci...