One fellow waiting for his wife's routine mammogram made a wry observation about the sign: "Does that mean that only family members are excluded from the exam rooms, but that anyone else IS allowed in there?" We had a good chuckle over that one! It was good to have a moment to smile during an otherwise tense time. I recognized the fellow who joked about the sign. At one time he was a county commissioner in our community. I also know that he volunteers as a worker in our temple as well. I knew I was in good company.

After the biopsies were complete, The Women's Center told us that it would take two to three days for results to come in. I took Dawn Ann home, and made her as comfortable as possible, and then picked up the kids from my mother's house.

Two days later, on Wednesday, August 22nd was our Stake Temple Day. I took the day off from work, and Dawn Ann and I, along with many of our fellow church members spent the day worshiping at the Jordan River Temple. It gave us time to contemplate, and to pray. We asked for the Lord's help, that if possible, this cup might pass from us. But nevertheless, let His will be done. And if this cup were not pass from us, then we asked for comfort and strength to endure well, and to overcome what trials we may be called upon to bear.

After leaving the temple late in the afternoon, I turned on my cell phone, and checked our home voicemail. No messages from the Women's center. I was kind of relieved. Subconsciously I was probably thinking that no news was good news.

 

I had previously arranged to Thursday, August 23rd off from work, so that I could spend the day at my son's High Adventure Camp. This camp was located at Camp Browning, just outside of Huntsville, Utah. The camp is about 70 miles away from home, up a narrow mountain canyon. There was no cell phone service at the camp.

Even though I could not talk to Dawn Ann on the phone, I was thinking of her, and praying for her in my prayers.

After the evening activities at the camp, I drove down off the mountain in my truck. I found a place, on the outskirts of the town of Huntsville where I could park, and also receive cell phone service. I did not know what this phone call might portend, but I knew that this it had the potential to be a life-changing event.

 

 

 

I said one more little prayer to myself, and called home.

To be continued . . .

 

You Can Read More of our experience at my blog: DCIS Husband