It’s been quite the fortnight. Am sharing now because this sea is a bit more becalmed but it has been a bit bumpy here. You may recall that I spoke of someone I am awfully fond of who had found a horrible lump and had to go and get it identified. While we were waiting for all that to be sorted, I had to go for my three yearly mammogram. Now those who know me know that I have been quite unsuccessful at mammograms in the past but that was a long time ago, and, although I am not exactly blase about them, I didn’t give it much thought, what with everything else that was occurring. I was more than a little taken aback then, to receive a recall notice to the breast care clinic. Well, when I say taken aback – let us say er… devastated and er…terrified.
Rather than keep you in suspense, I should tell you that all is well. I have some calcium deposits which they wouldn’t normally do much about but with my history, it meant a biopsy just to make sure nothing nasty was lying underneath, which it was not. Hurrah!
I was just quite surprised at myself really. It was like stepping back in time. Everything was vivid and real and all memories were bang up to date. Things that had drifted away with the passage of time (like how much a biopsy hurts!!!) came galloping back into focus. In case you think that this is just me being a bit odd, HOH was exactly the same. So it has been a bit of a tough June, however, I would like to think that things are getting back on track a little now and I think you for your forbearance as the blogs have been – well a bit rubbish really. Can I tell you that I was an ocean of peace and trust and calm during the past few weeks? Well I could tell you that but it would be a lie. However, I can tell you that faith and promises were re-visited and re-examined and that I learnt a lot about myself. I was very taken by a Tweet by Beth Moore
Either worry yourself sick
Or trust your God well.
That’s what it’s going to come down to.
It’s about the truest thing I have read in the past weeks and I was thinking of having it tattooed on my arm but it’s a bit long and therefore probably quite painful. If I could cross-stitch I would probably give that more consideration.
In other news, we continue to be Church of England folks. This week was Sea Sunday. A couple of weeks ago, Head Vicar asked us how people with such a Pentecostal background were faring in his church. (Very well actually, as HOH pointed out, we were often called the least Pentecostal of Pentecostals in what our friends said was a loving observation) This was a Sunday that was outside my previous Christian existence in so may ways. There was a parade with the Mayor and uniformed types and flags. I mean Navy type flags – not ladies of a certain age running to the front waving silk scarves and frightening the living daylights out of me. We sang “For Those in Peril on the Sea” which is, quite frankly, awesome. And, wait for it, we sang THE NATIONAL ANTHEM! I felt like Harry Kane in a sundress. The shine was only slightly taken off what was a very moving morning (including a really good sermon on the conversion of John Newton (see entirely accurate painting above) – writer of Amazing Grace but life-long slaver until his early sixties) by what sounded like a salty sea dog type sharing his problems with constipation with his friend and all of us within a ten pew radius. “BETWEEN YOU, ME AND THE GATEPOST, THE MEDICATION IS PLAYING HAVOC WITH MY BOWELS” Yep mate, just how far away is that gatepost? The younger me may have been a bit sniffy about this kind of meeting. The current me thought the meeting was quite lovely and God was all over it like a rash.
Me (To Aged Parent) Have found DVD of Jesus of Nazareth in Charity shop. Do you want it?
Aged Parent Oooh, yes please. They are difficult to find.
Me Right, will bring it on Saturday.
Aged Parent Where is it?
Me On my desk at work
Aged Parent What if someone, beaks into your work and takes it?
Me What are the chances Mum, of someone breaking in, leaving the till and the computer and taking a second hand copy of Jesus of Nazareth?
AP (Unconvinced) Well, if you are sure. It’s Robert Powell you know.
Me Of course, I’m sure.
(Puts phone down. Considers. Slips DVD into lockable draw, until Saturday – just in case.)