Dusting Off Our Blue Suede Shoes

Put on our blue suede shoes
And we boarded the plane
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain.
- Marc Cohn, Walking in Memphis -

It's that time again.

Steven's been feeling fine since our last brush with the ghosts of the past. Well, except for a short bit Friday evening, but it was probably nothing, I am nothing if not neurotic about all of this.

So, we pray that this visit is a good one. Clear scans mean we will be on a six-month instead of a three-month schedule.

Because nothing is ever easy, it's almost 10 pm and Sean is at urgent care right now getting the oozing sores that just kind of popped up out of nowhere on his arm looked at.

I was at church tonight with the kids and Sean silently had tears streaming out of his eyes the whole time, these sores were so painful.

Weird thing is, he had the exact same thing happen almost exactly a year ago, and it was the day before Steven and I were leaving for Memphis. People were guessing poison oak (doesn't look at all like poison oak or poison ivy) or shingles, but could never figure it out. Now he's got them again.

Early tomorrow morning Steven and I are off to the land of the Delta Blues. Supposed to start raining about the time we get there.

Our schedule is here. We fly home Wednesday afternoon.

A sweet woman from my church gave me a bracelet to wear on our trip that was blessed at Medjugorje, such a compassionate and touching gesture.

If you would, remember us in your prayers and hold good thoughts for clear MRI scans and smooth travels. Or even if the travels aren't smooth, we'll settle for clear MRI's. And for Sean's sores to heal and not cause him pain.

Now if I can just get the butterflies out of my stomach...

- Kathleen