Guarded Optimism

This afternoon I answered a call from the cancer Doctor by mistake. I need to put him in my phone so I can see who is calling. Anyways by the time I figured out who it was I couldn’t hang up on him and had to listen what he had to say. “Tim your blah blah blah test came back with high levels of blah blah blah.” I wanted to say okay thanks and hang up before I had a clue what he was talking about, but figured it wouldn’t be polite so I stayed on the phone. He went on to say the results of one particular test could lean towards a diagnosis of Sarcoidosis over Lymphoma; however, more tests are needed. This could be a good thing; however, I am guardedly optimistic. Although Sarcoidosis is an ugly sounding word I like it better then splitmechestopenosis.

I tend not to Google these words because I don’t like what they say. However, from what I hear about Sarcoidosis it could be every man’s dream. It makes you so sick you lose all your fat. They then give you legal steroids and you build back up to look like Charles Atlas. Who would have thought it?

So what does this mean for you? Absolutely nothing... keep praying. : ) I have had a remarkably great last four or five days filled with lots of humor. I contribute that to your prayers. Thanks!!! BTW I was anointed last Sunday morning. For those who are not familiar with that read James 5:14-15. I was reminded again how thankful I am that faith is at the very core of my life.



Tonight Erika and I took an evening flight and watched as the sun started to slip down over the horizon. It was in what I call the magic hours (MH) when there is not a bump in the sky. I couldn’t help but think about all that has happened in the last two weeks and how I wasn’t sure if I would ever get the opportunity to fly again. That thought was interrupted by Erika saying; hey did you remember to drink that quart of carrot juice today? LOL Just joking. She is a great passenger although she doesn’t like the yanking and banking. So tomorrow night it is me in my airplane with the music cranked up and may the fun begin. Just kidding mom… straight and level…..straight and level.



One more thing, for all those who called to let me know they would do anything in the world for me…well you can breathe easier for now because it doesn’t look like I am going to need a volunteer to be the recipient of the split chest thingy in the next week.