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Friday, June 1...Another crazy day. Gavin was up early and he and his Grammy did our morning routine of breakfast, sand table, walk and playroom around rain and parents. Tess actually got a list done of her thank you notes. No actual thank yous yet, but a list. Some progress. She had an appointment for a feel-good pedicure in the afternoon, but you remember our car excitement from the day before. She went out to check and uh-huh, dead as a doornail.

Tess has already made some good friends in Oberlin. They have brought food and run errands and are part of a playgroup for the little ones, so she called her friend Margaret. "Hooray, somewhere I can help" cried Margaret and they arranged for her to take Tess.

Mind you, the girl is only a week and a half out of major surgery and wiped half the day but ......... hey! Shopping, Pedicures, ........ the Will provides the Way.

Meantime, the girls have left and I take Gavin up for a diaper change when I hear all this racket and pounding against the house. No workmen that I know of are supposed to be around, but something seems radically wrong downstairs. So I quickly finish Gavin and we go down. Shadow, the cat, is out on the patio, now trapped under a screen door and on top of a rose bush and obviously in a rather panicked state of mind. It is raining and there has been a clap of thunder. This is an inside cat and don't ask me how she got shut outside. I open the patio door, lift the mangled screen door and she shoots for inside. What a mess. Upset patio pot, rose bush and demolished screen door. This cat has no front claws and weighs about five pounds.. How did she cause so much damage with so little resources?

Big Tom (who is getting littler as I type) came to pick me up Friday at suppertime. I was so anxious to see him and get back to my own home that I was wheeling Gavin down the road to meet Grandpa fifteen minutes before he was due. I figured if Tess could do a pedicure, she could do supper. "You're a much better cook than I am," I said.

"I have cancer!" she shrieked.

But I was already out the door. And she did. She made a lovely supper of baked fish, grilled aspargus and a wild rice mixture. Yummy. She really is a good cook.

I came home and did several pet sits on Saturday and watched movies betweentimes with Tom. Tess has had friends with her for the last several days and will be flying solo on Tuesday. Friday I'll go back up for the oncologist's meeting and we're hoping for a less aggressive protocol in view of the great pathology reports that have come back.

So things are looking great.........other than the fact that we have chemo to get through and another major operation. Thank you one and all for your prayers and continued support. I think that has made all the difference in the world. We are in such a much better place than we might have been, Thank the Lord!!!!