Steve's Grandma Alta Baker passed away last night. We found out this morning - what a terrible start to a day and the weekend. I am so glad that we were able to get some pictures of Abby and her Great Grandma Baker a few weeks ago so that we can teach her about her family and can remember Grandma Baker on a day when she was at her best. We want Abby to have all wonderful relationships and family memories and hope that she will value her family as much as we do.Further complicating our weekend is the fact that I am scheduled for a biopsy on Monday for a large and still growing mass in my breast. We weren't going to tell anyone about the tumor until we knew whether or not it was cancerous, but with the biopsy on Monday and the need to head down to the Kalamazoo area to remember Grandma Baker in the next few days, we had to let Steve's family know about the procedure and I didn't want people to be hearing rumors about my health issues so we are going public.
Steve and I are both fairly confident that the results will be non-cancerous, but we are waiting for confirmation and praying to that affect. Either way I will probably require surgery, but surgery for a non-cancerous mass is much less stressful.
So, instead of starting a wonderful weekend of exploring our U.P. home, we are waiting to figure out what our plans are for the next few days. I envy Abby's peacefulness at this age. While we were digesting the convergence of terrible news and stressful issues this morning Abby was laughing and playing with her chicken rattle. The simple joys of being a baby.
And on that note - we apologize for a thoroughly disappointing and depressing post. Hopefully this afternoon will bring a lovely adventure for Abby and I to report on.
