I feel like laughing out loud. I suddenly remembered that I have a blog. So bear with me as I step into the confessional and say, "Forgive me Father, for I have screwed up. It's been almost two years since my last blog."

But it's not all peach shortcake and raspberry smoothies around here. It's about Pat, my spouse--part gentle knight/part bad boy/part stubborn ass...and on and on--like all of his species. Tomorrow we go to the oncologist to learn what sort of lymphoma he has. Hodgkin's? NonHodgkin's? B cell? T cell? X, Y or Z cell? And how does the diagnosis affect us?

I find these past few days to have been so slow and I dread that the next days will go by too fast.

We dance around the word "cancer," and yet he readily accepts the lymphoma pronouncement, which chills me to the bone.

Where will we be this time tomorrow...next week...next month...and dare I hope for next year?

Prayers are in order if we can but remember how to pray.