I wanted to dance when I heard the good news. I don’t need surgery! When my doctor examined me last month, he suspected further care and sent me to a specialist in a city up north. I had to wait only two weeks to get in to see him. The specialist did not agree about surgery so I’m off the hook. I learned an important lesson about my faith journey in the middle of the two-week period of waiting for my appointment to see the specialist. I needed to be educated in medical knowledge and procedures so I could make a wise judgment for my future. A friend suggested a support group with other women so I could glean info. I joined. I listened to their experiences and gained understanding. I researched like crazy. I became smart. I also became fearful and sometimes angry. I screamed at Baby, our spirited cockatiel, to shut up when he screeched too much and I noticed my husband spent more time in his man cave. You kno...