What it's all about...

I know, I know... It's been a couple of weeks since I've posted. I have no excuse except that it's year-end at the job and Christmas-time to boot. So that means lots of last-minute reports to write and lots of last-minute shopping to do.

Here's the latest:

I had my post-op appointment with Dr. B. and she basically told me that all is well. She did say that the main 'roid that was causing all of my problems was the largest she'd ever worked on personally, and that she's really happy we were able to get it out when we did. For some strange reason, the actual size of the 'roid wasn't showing up accurately on any of the tests I've had, not even the MRI. That leads me to believe that the 'roid most likely grew between the time I'd had the tests done and the time the procedure was performed. So I, too, am elated that we got it out before it could grow any more.

In other news, I heart Christmas.

It's my absolute favorite time of the year. I love the tradition of it. The hustle and bustle. The extra energy in the air. I love picking out ornaments and shopping for presents. Visiting all the tree lots till you find that perfect tree.

I do miss the snow, though. Unfortunately I no longer live on the east coast where a white Christmas would be a distinct possibility. I now reside in sunny SoCal so snow is not an option. Not that I'd give up the sun. No thank you. I love it here and I'm never leaving. But there's something about having snow on the ground that justifies having that cup of cocoa, you know what I mean?

But the holiday is about more than just snow and shopping. It's so much bigger than tinsel and trees. There's more to it than cookies and cocoa. This holiday, more than ever, is about possibility. It's about potential. It's about what the future has in store. It's about miracles. And what would really make my Christmas perfect, is a little miracle of my own.

After all, it started with a child, right?