In Spite of .....

.... medical drama, life is pretty great.

Tomorrow is the day I go see my dr, pump her for as much info as I can, and then go see the "specialist" to find out what's going on.  I really have no earthly idea.  And actually ..... surprisingly ..... for it being almost 10:30 p.m. the night before these appointments, I feel pretty calm.
It must be all of your prayers.
Thanks, Peeps.  :)

I went to see the ENT today, but I didn't see him.  Instead I sat in the waiting room for almost an hour and then rescheduled because I had another appointment.  This would have been hugely frustrating, had I not had a new book to start .... "Unbroken".  I started it once I got to his office and can already tell that it's going to be very difficult to put down.
I finished all of the "Hunger Games" books last week.
Wow.  Intense.
And in my opinion ..... WAY too intense for the target audience ..... 10 - 14 year olds.
Way.
But good.

The other appointment I had today was another counseling appointment with V.
I know I haven't written much about him, or about us, but I thought I'd let you know that things are good.
Actually, things are beyond good.  They are great.  The counseling sessions have been really good and she has been very pleased with how well things are going and how much better we're communicating.

We've learned a lot about each other.  He's learned that I am nothing like his former relationship and that he can't just automatically react to me the way he learned to react to her.
I've learned to trust him and and believe he won't do that again (it has taken a while) .... and to not assume how he's feeling about something, but to ask.
I'm not so great at verbal communication, as I've confessed many times before, but I'm learning.

So that's all I'm going to say about that ..... except that we love each other very much, are very, very happy, and our taking our slow, sweet time getting to really learn all about each other.
I haven't been this happy and content since Jim died.
And I think that is huge.
:)

In other news .... Oliver is still having problems and no one is sure what's going on.  It seems that he has a very small bladder (of course he does, he's my cat).  When he last went in for a re-check he still had a lot of blood in his urine (not that we had noticed) but nothing showed up in the culture.  So they said to wait another week or so, keep him on the antibiotics and then bring him in for another culture.  Well, Son #3 took him in this afternoon and it seems that they couldn't collect enough urine to get a good reading.  Don't ask ..... all I know is that they know where and how to press a cat and make it pee.  Or they do it the old fashioned, painful way ...... but they take them "in the back" for that.
They told Son #3 to leave him there, call at 6:00 to see if they'd managed to get more, and if not, they'd keep him overnight (at no charge!).  When I called they put the vet on the phone and she said, "He has an extremely small bladder!"  I replied, "So I've been told."
I guess he wasn't giving it up for them so she asked if he could stay the night.
I'm sure he's beyond thrilled to be having a sleepover at the vet's office.
Maybe next time he'll pee.

Anyway, I'm hoping they'll find no blood this time ..... or at least an answer that's easy to fix.  Knowing that this is MY cat, all of that is doubtful.  Poor guy.  If he'd only known he was being adopted by a medically jinxed woman he might have run away before I got there.

I've had no more word from Son #2 ..... or from any Marine anywhere.  They're supposed to have given us an address so that we can send letters at the end of the first week.  Whatever.
Hopefully I'll get that info this week.
I've been getting a lot of helpful information on a parents' website.  And some disturbing information.
Like, don't buy plane tickets until week 10 or 11 (out of 13--THIRTEEN!!) because you just won't know for certain until then.
Holy cow!!!
I have SIX stinking tickets to buy, plus another roundtrip ticket for him ..... and I should wait until 2 weeks before the trip?!!!!  I don't even think they care that that totally sucks.
Not one iota.
If I make it to that base the first week in April I'm going to need a lot of prayers to keep my mouth shut.  Really, really shut tight.
Ya'll know that's true so I'll be expecting a lot of prayers.
Kind of like .... for a miracle.

The house has been a bit different with just Son #3 and me.  There aren't teenagers running in and out through all hours of the night.
Or sons up cooking in the middle of the night.
It hasn't been as bad as I thought it would be, though I do miss Son #2 something fierce.  But I'm so focused on his success there ..... and the difference this will make in his life, if he lets it ..... that I can't be sad.  I'm more excited for him ..... and a little anxious about all he has to go through before it's over .... but I know, with every fiber of my being, that he can do this.  This is what I knew he'd be doing when he was only 3.  He will be amazing at this.  He can be amazing at this.  If he chooses.  And I pray that he's choosing it.

OK, that's it for now.  Nothing too exciting.  Other than the usual medical crap ..... but you're probably getting as used to that as I am so it's getting quite boring.  Hopefully God won't see that sentence as a challenge to "up the ante" ..... so to speak.

I hope you all have a good week.
And a less eventful one than mine.
Or at least a less eventful Tuesday.
Thank you for your prayers.
Prayers for peace .... and for whatever this is to be "no big deal" would be great.
I've had enough "big deals" to last a lifetime.
Of course, that's just my opinion and I don't seem to be the one in charge, so there you go ......
But we can always pray!

Happy Monday/Tuesday, Peeps.
I'll keep you posted.
Hopefully about no big deal.
:)