Just got back from a barbeque with friends. It was a lovely evening – filled with burgers and flames and salads and strawberries and cards and easy conversation. Ulrike made a sponge birthday cake, which Darren carried out with the candles lit. Zsolt stole chips from my plate while patting my hand. Laura impersonated a boxer with incredible accuracy, and I finally met Gareth long enough to chat.
It was a great evening. Good friends make for great evenings. And backyards – one day Zsolt and I will have a backyard with our own little vegetable patch (or herb garden) and we’ll invite friends round to enjoy a twilight meal. Won’t that be wonderful?
Tomorrow I visit my surgeon’s clinic and discuss my pathology results. I’m throwing bombs and hoping for the best. If you don’t ask for the best, you’ll never get it – so I’m asking, telling, shouting and praying for the very best news possible. Safe margins and good news. That’s what I want.