We cried all the way through "Wicked"

Today I'm thankful for...

Having a hot shower

Spending quality to together with Lulu

Being able to walk

My new wind breaker

God

Last night I had gotten Lulu and I tickets to the play Wicked at the Orpheum Theater. On our last anniversary (April 26, 2009, just wanted to get that in here again that I know our anniversary date) we had planned on coming to SF for an overnight stay (I had booked a better hotel then the "rusty door") and see the play. I think that we scrapped those plans due to a child care issue? So, I made sure the next time we had a chance to be here we would go. We ended up at UCSF (Parnassus) with the cardio testing, and the blood test around 5:30 PM, so we had enough time to get a bite to eat (A place on Divisidero called Godzilla's, funny that they didn't have a Godzilla roll on the menu), and then after dropping off some items at the hotel, we went to the mall on Market street (who would of thought that we'd of all people end up at the mall, haha).

Actually, we were there to find me a wind breaker, because I had forgotten to bring a coat to SF, and I was freezing in the 65 degree weather. As we walked the streets of SF making our way to the theater, Lulu received a phone call. It was the breast surgeon from the UCSF clinic that was to do Lulu's surgery after the chemo. As it turns out she had some bad news (what's new). The biopsy of the other tumors in the right breast and the lymph nodes on that side were positive for malignancy; and not just that, the MRI shows the left breast has a mass that is very suspicious. She would like the mass to be biopsied in the nest two weeks, if not tomorrow? Our enjoyment of SF and the Wicked show was tainted at best!

We cried through most of the show, and try to enjoy it as much as possible? How do you enjoy anything when you don't know the whole fate of your life? We were embarrassed when at intermission a lady sitting near us came over to hold Lulu's hands and pray for her; after Lulu confessed to her we were so emotional because she had just recently learned that she had breast cancer. I pointed out to Lulu how much people cared about her, even one's that don't know her! A little consolation in a bleak evening.

We woke this morning with renewed optimism, but I could tell that Lulu was worried about starting chemotherapy. What do you say to someone that's about to get injected with poisonous liquids that are supposed to kill the cancer cells, but will at the same time almost kill you? We are to met the oncologist at 11:30 and then start the chemotherapy drugs shortly after. I ask her to let me pray out load with her the first time that I have prayed for her out load in her presence. After I was finished, I have never more love for anything or anybody in my entire 43 years.