July
Oh July, we meet again. I'm not a fan of July after July 4, and not because I'm exhausted after running the Peachtree Road Race. July 11, 2013 was when my Dad was diagnosed with lung cancer. He fought a very brave, and all too brief battle against that horrible disease before passing away 15 days later. July 12, 2019 I went in for a biopsy of my thyroid after a doctor felt a lump in my neck. My surgeon said he would be shocked if it was cancer. Let's just say he was shocked. Anytime a doctor calls you after 5 pm on a Friday, it's usually not good news. July 19, 2019 was when I received my own cancer diagnosis. Then for a few years, July was better. Randy and I would go camping in North Dakota during the summer, and usually went every weekend in July. And by camping I mean in a motorhome with full electric and water hookups (your girl has her standards). He showed me places I had never been before - the North Dakota Badlands, Medora, Fort Stevenson and Lake Sakakawea. ...