L1, do you want to talk about why your visit with your parents didn't go so well and left you feeling depressed? All of us will listen, and we will care.

I called at 9:30 to reschedule the MRI to next Monday. John is not well (chemo for leukemia not working and new meds have made him sick), so I told him that I really needed to go to the local clinic to check out my ankle (it has been a major problem for 2 wks). I knew he needed an "out." He drove me there and came back home to wait for my call to pick me up.

It was a good decision. I had a fever, and this new doctor seemed very interested in determining what is wrong with my ankle. Can you believe that he is the very doctor who I saw in the E.R. on the second time I had a seizure and John called for an ambulance?! You are likely wondering why I'm excited . . ..

Well, I live in a very rural town (about 2,000 people, and we are the county seat!) and the hospital where I was scheduled to have the brain MRI is about 40 miles from here. The only doctor that has been available recently is of the ****** religion where touching the female body is frowned upon. Right, so when I saw him with the rt. arm problem, he wouldn't touch me. It took another 2 months to get back to my oncologist who wisely sent me for and MRI and then an orthopedic surgeon --- wasn't too many months before I could use my right arm again.

Ack! I know this is long and wordy, but I'm trying to tell you that help comes from the most unlikely places, even online friends, I promise.

And, I did tell you that you can come to Miss. and have a home here, if you ever need it . . .

from my *heart,
reyn

P.S. And this doctor finally addressed my high-blood pressure and put me on medication. I am so thankful. None of this would have happened if I had held onto the belief that I absolutely had to get to the city to have the brain MRI!