I have to admit that I don't always follow the Sunday sermon like I should. The spoken word is sometimes hard for me to focus on. But the visuals - those I pay attention to and carry with me. This was the communion table last Sunday.
Out the door early for my mammogram. My mother died from breast cancer around age 70. I wonder sometimes whether regular mammograms would have made a difference for her. Different times. I am always a little surprised when women in her cohort pass away now. They had so many more years.
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