Cancer test : golf score |
Now, the score. They score the results 0 to 100 and the lower the number, the less likely chemo will be recommended. Well, that sounds great, but I want a number! I may be a marketing professional, but I still need some numbers. Still no number is given. I continue to read that if the number is high, chemotherapy is beneficial. Sounds logical. On the next page, it explains that a low score does not mean the cancer will not return. By now, I want to pull my hair out. Oh wait, it might come out on its own later. This pamphlet makes me want to explain the game of golf to Madison and Brett. "Now, honey, the lower your score is, you will be a winner. And if your score is high, you lose. No, I cannot tell you how low the number should be, just know it needs to be a small number, like 1 or 2. Or it could be 6 or 11. No, I'm not sure...." [Disclaimer: I spent my one sarcasm pass for the day.]
I resolve myself to say that God has the master plan for me. I handed this over to Him and will be ready to play some golf - literally and figuratively.
Running is fun, but driving the ball a further distance than my husband really makes me smile. When I get full mobility back and I have a pocket of time, let's hit a bucket of balls. I'm best with the driver and love to hit off the tee. Perhaps I need to be shopping for a new one instead of a watch. I am not sure I care what time it is anymore. Ha!
I love your guts!
P.S. My house is clean today - from top to bottom. BIG thanks to my Aunt Linda! Thank you for this wonderful treat!!! A clean home checks one more thing off my list of things that need to get done.
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