Woodbourne, NY, 1987

Today, I got a call from my doctor’s office. The sonograms came back, and I don’t have a hernia. His initial diagnosis was wrong. Hooray! I’ve been thinking that was the case for a few days, but didn’t want to write anything here until I knew for sure. So, for all those who were concerned, it’s all good.

The call reminded me of a beautiful day, one of se…