Off the Prayer List

I wrote to my parish today and asked to be taken off the prayer list. I've made it through diagnosis, treatment, and recovery. I'm not 100% yet, but it's time to take the phone line to the big "guy and/or gal" and make it open for someone else more needy. I've made it through the first month of being back to work. I still come home and go straight to bed some days, but on the whole, now that I know my back pain is not related to a potential reoccurrance, I'm thinking it's time to declare myself officially "not pitiful." That feels like a victory of sorts.

I'm very concervative about optimism, but this is a crack in the darkness that lets the light in a little. It's less than a month now until the 3-day. It's exciting and intimidating all at once.

The laundry calls. Must run and get it before it wrinkles up.

Many, many thanks to all of you that sent good thoughts, good vibes, positive energy, white light or prayer my way. It was all needed, and it was so, so appreciated.