This past Monday dawned clear and bright.
I had no clue what kind of day it was going to turn out to be. All I knew for sure starting out was A) it was cold as who-da-thunk-it and B) I had jury duty.
I arrived early at the courthouse, where it seemed half the county turned out in their bundled-up best. I milled about, talking to several, trying to help folks determine if they were supposed to be in the County Court at Law (where I was headed) or to the District Court (where Judge Lagomarsino presides).
A lady came by at one point (she looked familiar, I just can’t call her name) and said in my ear, “They just turned the water off. I’d suggest you use the restroom quick.”
Nobody has to tell me twice! I was already worried about how I’d make it through the entire day with limited restroom breaks.
Not too long later, we were informed that a large water line was broken, and we were moving our court to the public library. What tha? Half of the prospective jurors in the building either made the trek on foot, or did as I did and used the vehicle to get to the library. That was when I saw the rivers of water running through our streets ... it was unlike anything I’ve seen before. A huge water line under the street by Waddell Abstract had ruptured. Lagomarsino’s jury was dismissed until the next day, but we went on as scheduled, and I must say I’m glad. The Nancy Roberts Civic Room has never looked quite like that to my knowledge, but the court folk made the best of a bad situation and for that I was grateful.
The poor library folk looked like they didn’t know what hit them, however!
I went on to work after not be chosen for the jury, and it wasn’t until after 5 p.m. that I got a call that changed the tone of the day.
Mr. Kirk and I, along with his daughter, had gone to our local friendly dermatologist (Dr. John Biltz) on New Year’s Eve. Since my dad died from melanoma, and I am his offspring, I have once yearly checks of my skin all over. Mr. Kirk had not ever had a dermatology exam, to my knowledge, and I’d pestered him about it for several years.
That day they did one biopsy on a mole I didn’t like on my foot, and did two on him: one on his finger where he has a peculiar rash, and one on his back of a mole the size of a pen dot. I prayed about our pathology results but didn’t really think much more about it, unless I was changing the bandage or whatever.
That evening at work I got the call about our results. I was stunned to learn his back biopsy was indeed melanoma. Naturally, my mind began racing, and thankfully, Shannon (Biltz’s nurse) was sensitive to that, and repeated several times, “Deanna, this is not like your Daddy.”
Mercifully, thankfully, by the grace of God, the melanoma was caught in its earliest stages. As a precautionary measure, they removed a somewhat large area around the site, which will take a little time to heal, but beyond that his doctor will just watch him closely for the next few years.
My reason for sharing is this: please, people, if you have never had your skin checked thoroughly by a dermatologist, do so. Now. Do not delay. If we had procrastinated just one or two more months, the outcome might have been very different.
My dear sweet Daddy was not so blessed. I believe (if my dates are right) he was diagnosed with melanoma in April of 2007, and several surgeries and radiation later, departed this life for Heaven in June 2009. It is not something to take lightly.
You don’t know what it may bring
This past Monday dawned clear and bright.
Salute to 'Mr. Derrick Days'
I can’t help but think back to the “near-death experience” that Derrick Days had 14 years ago, and how one man’s determination brought it back.
I was 29-years-old when my father died of multiple myeloma, cancer of the bone marrow. He was 53 years of age. Only hours before his death, I spoke with him. Our eyes met during that final visit, the same eye contact we had shared from my birth.
It’s about time
Some aspect of time steals quietly into our psyche in all conscious moments, and our use or abuse of it is central to much poetry, lyrics, scripts, conversations — you name it.
The Wonderlic Test
Did you hear the one about Texas A&M’s “Johnny Football” Manziel testing better than all the other quarterbacks in this year’s NFL Scouting Combine? No, this is not the start of an Aggie joke.
Work Out? Bite your tongue!
I've shared this before, but it bears repeating. I'm a lot like my late, dear Daddy … whose idea of “working out” was a good, brisk sit.
Amen, Daddy. Me too.
Letters to the Editor for Saturday, April 12, 2014
Thanks for service
To the Editor: The Blooming Grove Elementary School would like to express appreciation to several individuals and businesses that for three years have provided a “free” vision exam and eyeglasses for many of our students.
Uncle Mort: For the Birds
Personal experiences racked up across three-quarters of a century — including yips and yaps at lecterns spanning five decades — offer positive proof that many times, utter silence is preferable to spoken words.
For many years, in a previous life, I had somewhat of a reputation as a master-of-ceremonies and I stayed relatively busy at that avocation. I never met a microphone I didn’t like
Gotta love a small town
There's so many things to love about living in a small town. Why just last week I got to hang out with my ex-husband, his folks, his wife and baby at the Youth Expo. Then just a day later, I got to see my other ex-husband and his wife at the hospital, when one of our daughters got sick and landed there.
Weird foods on our shelves
The Atlantic magazine reported recently that sales of frozen pre-packaged dinners are falling and Nestle is considering selling off its Lean Cuisine food line.
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