"Angels In The Early Morning"

    Angels in the early morning
    May be seen the dews among,
    Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying:
    Do the buds to them belong?

    Angels when the sun is hottest
    May be seen the sands among,
    Stooping, plucking, sighing, flying;
    Parched the flowers they bear along.

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Isn't she pretty?  She is one of my favorite little Angels.  Her name is Celia, and she watches over the animals.

The following angel in a glass bulb changes color as you can see...

 It took me forever to get a shot of the red one.

This is my Guardian Angel.  She is always watching over me. She has saved me many times during my life, and I know she was with me yesterday.

I'm feeling a wee bit sore today and planning to take it easy...doctor's orders.  Last night I was in so much pain I felt like climbing the walls, but after a good night's rest, and it's the first time I slept like a baby in a long time, I am feeling better.  I was awake during the entire procedure...much to my own chagrin.  Doctor said I had to be awake to control my breathing.  The needle with the anesthetic stung, but the biopsy needle itself was a dull ache as it entered my lung.  

My sons are both beside themselves.  They lost their father, grandmother, and grandfather within six months...two of cancer and one from emphysema.  Now they see their mom, all they have left, sick and they are scared.  It makes me all the more determined to work through this.  Last night, I decided that, no matter what the result, I am not going to take this lying down.  There are too many people who need me and too much life left for me to live.  

Thanks for being here.