Almost 30 days

So, it has been almost thirty days since I learned about the mass on my thyroid. It has been an interesting few weeks. I have reaffirmed my belief that I do not enjoy going to the doctor or hospital or having tests done. Who really does though?
Two weeks ago I had a nuclear scan. Not invasive at all, just pictures of the thyroid after you take 4 little pills which make you radioactive! Yes, I am not kidding. I was told to stay away from children, which is very difficult when you are a DRE and have classes that same day. Classes which are attended by many children who want to hug you hello and stop and talk to you and help you with passing out books. I had two options, go and put a fence around myself or let my assistant handle the classes. So, my assistant took over and that set off a chain of events which I am still trying to resolve.
At this point I am told I need to have a needle biopsy, which I am considering not having since I do not believe I have cancer. The thought is based on my natropath’s conclusion as well as my husband’s conclusion. Since my husband certainly has a very personal interest in keeping me healthy, I am sticking with him rather than a needle in my neck!


Not the kind of mass you go to in Church and celebrate, but rather the kind that is growing in your body. which is not a good thing. A mass, which may be solid, growing on your thyroid is upsetting. So are the words needle, biopsy, take cells, test for cancer. When those words are strung together they are even more upsetting. I don’t get sick, I don’t go to the hospital except to visit others, I wait for other people’s test results, not mine. I don’t take aspirin, or pills to help me sleep, or lower my cholesterol, or regulate my blood sugar or my hormones. I am healthy. Therefore I cannot have a mass on my thyroid. But, according to the very kind and gentle man who took an ultrasound of it, there is a mass on my thyroid. I feel fine, I do not know how to be a patient; I hold other people’s hands, no one holds mine.
So now I wake in the middle of the night and wonder what is this thing growing inside me and to what end will it serve? But I must wait to have a needle stuck in my neck to learn the answer. So I wait, wonder, and pray.


“The same everlasting Father who cares for you today will take care of you tomorrow and everyday of your life. Either He will shield you from suffering or He will give you unfailing strength to bear it. Be at peace then, and put aside all anxious thoughts.”
St. Frances de Sales

I will think of this during the week when my as we move into the real crunch time before classes start for religious education.

Registration Comments

This week was too strange to even try to categorize responses. However, the overall strange comment, received more than once, was “Why didn’t you notify me about religious education registration?” Which is a perfectly legitimate comment, except that it was made by non-parishioners only! How does one send mail if you do not have the name and address in our data base?

A New Hobby

I finally went out and bought myself a rotary cutter and mat. I actually made a pieced table runner for the dining room table. It was part strip quilting, part squares; all done on my sewing machine. I had never done anything like it before and it was great fun. It took about 4 hours, but I didn’t quilt it since the fabric is very patterned. Not bad for my first try.


We have friends coming over for dinner and we are going to grill, since it is still very hot down here in Florida. Eggplant is a favorite vegetable of mine and tonight I am making a great appetizer.
Slice the eggplant lengthwise, keep the skin on, brush with olive oil and grill until soft. Meanwhile, take goat cheese, add lemon juice, fresh parsley, and mix together. When the eggplant slices are cool enough to handle, spread the cheese mixture on them and roll them up. Serve warm or at room temperature.
Messy but great. This is a variation of a Nigella Lawson recipe.

Registration Comments, Top 3 of the Week

Scene #1
Parent: I want to sign my child up for CCD.
Sec’y: Great, here’s a form and a schedule.
Parent: What time are classes?
Sec’y: There are 3 choices on the form, you choose which time is best for you.
Parent: (looking at form) Are there other choices?
I (DRE) overhear this passing by and my thoughts are: sure, we have other times, but they are a secret; only for my close friends and people I like. Of course I do not say these things. If there were other choices, wouldn’t we let people know about them?!
Sec’y: No, we have those 3 options, nothing else.
Parent takes form and leaves, a bit put out.

Scene #2
Parent: I need to register my son for Religious Ed. I have the form filled out.
DRE: No problem, let me check if there is still room in the class, some are already full. (last official day of registration)
DRE: Oh, the Tuesday section is very full, can you come on Wednesday instead.
Parent: No, this happened last year too when I waited until the last minute. Because of my work schedule I can only get him here on Tuesday.
DRE thoughts: so why did you wait again until the last minute if you know your schedule and the same thing happened last year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DRE: Well, I will call the catechist and see what we can do for you or you can home school him again.

We did put him in the Tuesday class.

Scene #3
Parent: I want to register for classes.
DRE sec’y: Okay, here’s a form and a schedule.
Parent: Oh, I would also like to help with the program.
DRE sec’y: Great, I’ll have Deanna call you when she gets in.
Parent: But I can’t teach at these times, can I do the class at a different time, that works better with the soccer schedule?
DRE sec’y: Well, no, we have classes at these times only.
Parent: I don’t think that is going to work.
So, does not register, leave name, or call to discuss options.

We now have 2 1/2 weeks before classes start. It only gets more interesting!
St. Dominic, pray for me.

Discipline the Disciple

It took me the better part of today to recall what struck me during yesterday’s homily. It was the idea of discipline and that to be a disciple we must have discipline. I know it is not a new thought, but it was with me in my brain and soul all day today. I just don’t like what it implies and don’t want to be disciplined, but I am going to push myself to take steps in that direction. Since today is the feast of St. Monica and tomorrow St. Augustine, it seems like a good time.

Sunday Happenings

Today a favorite priest celebrated the 9:30 Mass. He is not assigned, but comes to help out when needed. I always enjoy his homilies because he says thing that make me think and also gives information about the scripture as to the time it was written in, why it was written, for whom, that type of info which I find so interesting. I often wonder with others who enjoy his homilies, if the average person in the pew likes them as well. Today, it was overheard that indeed, others besides as geeky Catholics enjoy his homilies. Yea. If you, homily giver, are reading this, please remain your humble self.

We also had a retreat for our catechists, led by two of our deacons. It was well received by those who attended and gave people the chance to talk, learn, and spend with each other. It was a great community builder as well as spiritually uplifting.

After that, came home and ate some great fish my husband grilled.


“In prayer, we have to direct our heart to God to surrender ourselves to him as an offering that should be purified and transformed. In prayer, we see everything in the light of Christ, we let down our guard and we submerge ourselves in the truth and in listening to God, nurturing the fire of our love.”
From Pope Benedict’s address on Pope Gregory

Surrender, let down our guard…how does one do that without worrying what happens next. If I surrender and let down my guard, all my sins are revealed and though I know that leads to purification, it is so very difficult. What will my sins be replaced with?