Strange thing about me, I’m not a worrier. My youngest daughter had taken me to Abilene to get my initial test results. I came out and told her I still had cancer. She thought for a few seconds and asked if I wanted to go shopping, I said yes, then we went to eat. That was it.
It’s a good way to be!
I worry all the tine!
My Dad used to say that “whatever happens is
gonna happen, whether you worry about it or not.”
(Like worrying about test results, etc.)
I should be more like him!