Mammograms and Oatmeal Cookies

I have to have an "emergency diagnostic mammogram" next Thursday. On one hand, my doctor says she doesn't think there's anything to worry about but to call and get this done. I call and the appointment person says, "Oh yes, WFW, we have been instructed to schedule you immediately as an emergency d-mammogram." I refuse to worry about this unless and until there is something to worry about.

On the bright side, Walt is headed to camp to serve as a Counselor-in-Training for three weeks. I asked what I could buy for him, and he said, "Don't buy me anything, but I'd love some homemade oatmeal cookies." Isn't he a great kid? Guess what I'll be doing today????

I'm going to make some extras. I love oatmeal cookies. It's fine to get to appreciating things again. It's been a not so fun two months - my dog dying, my cousin committing suicide, two breast lumps......I'm tired of being depressed. I'm tired of not enjoying things. It's time to have some fun again. I love life too much to live it like this.