The rock that is higher than I...

Hear my cry, O God,
listen to my prayer;
from the end of the earth I call to you
when my heart is faint.
Lead me to the rock
that is higher than I,
for you have been my refuge,
a strong tower against the enemy.
~Psalm 61: 1-3

The last 24 hours have been a bit topsy-turvy for me. Yesterday I received a call from my oncologist, telling me that she had received my MRI results, and I needed further tests to clarify some "areas of enhanced activity." Those are dreaded words... and this morning I found myself in Santa Fe having mammograms and ultrasounds done, and speaking with a radiologist. The good news is that this is fairly common "fat necrosis": part of the healing process still on-going from both my surgery and my radiation. The best news is that over the last 24 hours as I contemplated the possibility of dealing with cancer yet again, I found God to be my rock and refuge, a strong tower. Shall I recount his blessings?
~I continue to have no sign of cancer.
~I met a wonderful mamography tech today, who was able to give me mammograms without pain (!!!). If you want her name, contact me privately!
~I have a wonderful, supportive husband who wanted to come along to wait during the tests, and then celebrate with me afterwards.
~I have a mighty God, who has piled blessing upon blessing upon me.

Join me in praising Him, Gentle Reader. He is worthy of our praise!