It’s good and bad. The good news is the lump on my pancreas is a cyst. The bad news is I’m going to have an MRI every two years to keep an eye on it. The good news about its problematic functioning is it’s most like heredity and normal for me. At least it explains why for as far back as I remember, I get sick after I eat. The bad news is I have to be very careful about how much fat and sugar I eat. Also, vegetables, though good for me, are a big reason why I get indigestion. I love ice cream, a good glass of wine and chocolate. I don’t mind eating less vegetables, I never liked them anyway, but I have to eat the right foods to stay healthy so I’ll just have to work that out. I gave up wine. I even gave up cookies but ice cream, now that hurts, smaller and smaller amounts will have to do. I weight 103 now and have no intention of losing any more weight. Then there’s the tumor on my back. The good news is it’s not sitting on my spine and isn’t a factor in back pain and walking. We’ll continue monitoring it. The bad news is that means even more MRI’s. You can comment to me if you’d like to know what they’re like. What I will tell you is I hate them. I’m going to stop complaining now. I was able to run three miles Saturday. I have vacations planned and now, unless something drastically changes, I’ll be able to enjoy them. Sister World, Back to Terah has been sent to my beta readers, the map is in process and i have a lot of reasons to smile, I hope you do too.

Going to see the neurosurgeon today. I hate driving to Providence especially alone, but what can you do. I did get a call back about my other issue and it’s a cyst so I’m supposed to do MRI’s to keep watching it. Have I said I hate MRI’s. Sucked into a machine where the top is about five inches away from your head which is held in place by a basket very much reminding me of Silence of the lambs, though it really isn’t that bad. First you go through all the tests, sounds like someone’s hammering all around you, then they redo them with contrast. Last time, last Monday, I actually needed a break. While the tests were being run, I said all the prayers I knew, recited the Desiderata and counted to 1000, more times than I can remember. Of course I also wrote a best selling Pulitzer prize novel but I can’t remember it either. I’m tired. Deep down inside I’m just plain tired. I choose to wait and watch a tumor only once, for this. I’m pretty sure that was a mistake. I was afraid of not being able to walk, but the odds are worse now.

I sent a copy of the completed manuscript of Sister World 3, to my beta readers. I have a map being made and a question for those reading this post.

I had originally intended to call the book Sister World, Back to Terah. Now I’m thinking of calling it: Sister World, Terah

Let me know which one you thinks works best.

I’ve had one MRI. The next one, scheduled for next Monday, is to see if the tumor in my back’s gotten bigger. Finger’s crossed. I haven’t gotten the results from Yesterday’s MRI. This waiting and worrying is difficult, but I’m doing my best and the best I can do is keep busy. I’m almost ready to send Sister World, Terah to my beta readers, then the professional editor.

I’ll be there, I hope to see you.