1/8/06--a special anniversary....and Midnight's "extra" help?

Today is the one year anniversary of the death of Misty, the dog that I had with my ex-wife Kelly.  I thought a lot about my Misty, and this evening I spoke to Kelly, who for the first time since Misty's death spoke to me about what happened that day.  It was a sad day for her, and was very sad for me when I heard about it later on.  I felt better finally being able to hear about what happened at the end of her life---strange as that might sound.  She was one special dog.
Misty  1990-2005  RIP


Now, onto news of a happier nature, I realized that I have not in fact reported on news of my "dubba bubba", my Mr. Man, my Mr. Shifty......Midnight the Wonder Dog.
Kim went in for a followup visit with the surgeon this past Thursday, and the doctor happily reported that Midnight continues to make a swift recovery from his surgery.
Even better, the pathologist reports that the tissue surrounding Midnight's tumor was cancer free!!!  I was very relieved.  The doctor did suggest however, that we visit with an oncologist so that it could be determined if Midnight needs any sort of chemo (yes, as I said before....they do have doggie chemo).  Even though the tissue was cancer free, the doctor was somewhat concerned about the size of the tumor and the fact that the cancer inside the tumor was said to have been an "aggressive" nature.  He said that it would be better to visit the oncologist than to do nothing, and have another tumor appear within a few months.  I visit the oncologist on Friday of this week.  Hopefully all will go well.

You know, over the years, one of the things that my family--and in particular, my mother's family, believe in is that sometimes....things happen that you just can't explain.
My grandmother Corene was a woman who believed that strange things that happened usually had some sort of divine meeting.  A picture frame falling off the wall meant someone was about to die.  If your ear was burning, it meant someone was talking about you.  If your nose was itching, you were about to kiss a fool.....things like that, and many others.  Which made what happened to me the other night even more interesting.  Here's what happened:

This past Monday, Kim realized that it had been 10 days since Midnight's surgery, and we still had not heard from the pathologist regard the results that were done on Midnight's tumor and the tissue surrounding it.  She said that she was going to call the surgeon that day and leave a message to remind him, and hoped that perhaps he would call and asked them to have some sort of answer before Midnight's scheduled appointment on Thursday.  So that night, when I went to sleep....I had a very interesting dream.  In my dream, Kim came to me and told me that the doctor had called, and said that the test results showed that Midnight was cancer free.  I was so happy that I cried in the dream.  I then told Kim that I had told so many people about Midnight and what was happening with him that there were a number of people that I had to call with the news.  As a matter of fact, I had programmed the phone numbers of all the people that I had to call in my cellphone!  I had to share the news immediately and hit a programmed phone number without even knowing who I was calling.  A voice said hello.
"Hi its Jeff," I said, "who's this?"
"Its Dolly."
"Hey Dolly," I said to my friend from work, "I wanted to call you with the news about Midnight.  The doctor said that he is cancer free!  Isn't that great?"
"Yes it is honey, I'm very happy for you."

I hung up the phone and began making more phone calls to others that were concerned about Midnight---but the first person I spoke to was my friend Dolly from work.

The only thing is....my friend Dolly from work died about 2 years ago.

So maybe, just maybe....Midnight had someone upstairs looking out for him.
I'll take whatever help I can get.

Later,
Jeff