Friday, I went to the doctor to have a uterine biopsy. She told me to come back on Monday for a sonogram to look at my useless ovaries. She said ovarian cancer is the worst.
Saturday morning I went kayaking. Of my many hats, I have chosen the yellow one as my kayak hat. Kayaking is spiritual
Saturday, I participated all of ten minutes in the Provo Children's Book Writers and Ilustrators' Conference, or whatever it's called. It was the first time I had been in the library at Academy Square and it is lovely. I used to have a class there when I went to BYU in the dark ages. The best part of the conference was running into old students who were now published authors themselves. And seeing old friends.
Saturday evening, Tom and I went to see STAR WARS and root for the good guys. Or do we route for the good guys? NPR had spoiled a good deal of it the day before. Was it Ira Flato talking with the critics and blabbing all the surprises? I hate when they do that.
Sunday morning, I did not go to church. First I practiced lying like a dead woman, my arms crossed over my bosom trying not to breathe, trying not to think. It's hard to be dead, if you're alive. Then I read the New York Times. Tom came home from church and broiled a steak on the barbecue. I love gnashing a bloody steak.
Sunday afternoon, we went to Liberty Park with Carlos and Erica and the kids. Max and Murgatroyd played on the playground while the adults and teens discussed life, love, dating, and Germany. I wore my safari hat (as opposed to my yellow kayak hat). We ate cream puffs from Costco.
Sunday night, we went to Sam and Sarah's to sing Happy Birthday to Louis who is one. The Kameraths were also there (Sharon had excellent gossip). Louis practically turned inside out when we sang. He knew it was his party. I could eat that child, he's so cute. Sam made a train cake for him.
Monday morning, Tom drove me to the doctor. I was pissy. He didn't care. My ovaries waved at me on the sonogram. No cancer. I turned into Miss America. We celebrated by eating at Ruth's diner and I bought a bunch of clothes and smiled a lot at Tom, because he really likes it when I smile.
Monday night, we went to D. R.'s viewing. She looked dead.
But I am very much alive.