A Momentary Low Note

Mark and I went to the ACU Jazz Concert tonight, and they did a great job. Annaleigh enjoyed it thoroughly. She thanked some of the musicians and said, "I liked the music, I danced and danced and danced!" Which was true. Meanwhile, Ellabeth could not tolerate the noise and clapping. She finally compromised in walking up and down the stairs in the foyer for the second half.

As I sat there, I thought back to High School and was grateful I was able to play in the jazz band (alto sax). I then thought about today, and how pleasant it was, and how I was thankful the surgery removed my cancer. Then it hit me: The surgery was not the end. In a few weeks, I will, really and truly, be bald. Momentary low note.

Perfect timing, though--Annaleigh came and sat on my lap right at my low point. Her hug pushed visions of baldness away.

Mark said it hit him, too. After the concert, he heard folks discussing their after-concert plans...going to eat, etc. For us: going home to prepare for a doctor's appointment. He didn't say, but I trust Ellabeth distracted him. The blessings of children in the midst of low points. Thanks, Lord!