It was the best of times. It was the worst of times.....

Wasn't that how the classic, Tale of Two Cities began? That's a little bit how I have felt about my own life in the last year. During the past year or so, I was laid off from my job, my husband had a heart attack, I had to have 2 biopsies on my tongue, my mother was diagnosed with lung cancer and subsequently died in August, we lost Paul's sister,Carole, to cancer in April and in January of this year, we gained new "family.". Well, the positive side of some of this is that my husband's heart attack was only a mild one, and he recovered.(He, in fact, drove himself to the hospital because I was scheduled to have my tongue biopsy that afternoon. He didn't want to wake me if it was a false alarm. Thoughtful? Perhaps, but I still give him grief about that decision!) My tongue biopsy was negative. I was hired for a job which is part-time, and I like better. I am no longer an "accidental housewife." And the "best of times" thing....our son, Aaron's birth mother contacted us for the first time, and we met her and her precious family. It was an incredible blessing! And that..., I think, deserves a blog of its own. So I will save that for a little later.