Reflections 3/14/2020: Dang! I have to make a decision about my upcoming 50th high school reunion. It falls right after my hysterectomy (and omentum removal) surgery, and the 5th of my infusions of gut-wrenching chemo… which further compromises my immune system, landing me in the “old lady” high risk designation. I could go swathed in a mask, garbed in my bald-hiding wig, limping from the surgery and clutching my barf bag, but something tells me that isn’t a good choice… especially in the reality of this Coronavirus pandemic.🥴It is staged at a spa hotel near Palm Springs, so it would require travel on a plane, which seems to be a real hotspot for contracting the disease. Dang! Was looking forward to seeing old friends and sharing the crazy trajectories of our lives over the last 50 years! The upside of this is that in preparation for the reunion, I have been more intentional in contacting old classmates through Facebook, so many of the people I’d like to see are already communicating with me online! A perk I hadn’t foreseen before my cancer diagnosis rendered me too high risk to attend the reunion.  Our 50th!! Yikes! Where have the years gone? For me I have no regrets. Not that I haven’t made many mistakes, Lord, but even those blunders have been valuable lessons that have become the building blocks for who I am today! Imperfect, but still loved by You! Who could ask for more?