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This morning I had a dermatologist appointment. I've been worried since something appeared on my ear, right on top where it always burns from the sun. It's been growing. Finally I made a doctor appointment. I was nervous and didn't want to go. I was afraid of skin cancer, which would have been well earned. Sunblock didn't even exist when I was a kid.
Thankfully, I do not have any cancerous spots. However, I have to get several things burned off before the have a chance to become cancerous. Plus I have to take medicine in preparation, and use a bunch of new skin creams. Expensive stuff! Worth the cost for my peace of mind and future health.
Tomorrow we are back to doing home visits in the communities we serve. My co-workers and I are excited! In the meantime I am preparing for this weekend. Pastora Ruth gave our discipleship class a LOT of homework. Plus I was asked to open the church service with a short message and a time of prayer. On top of that I have to prepare lunch to sell after the service as our weekly fundraiser.
Fany is running around buying the million things required for Laura to start Kindergarten. It's not just a special uniform. They have a list of about 40 things Laura needs on the first day of school, from markers and colored pencils, to strange things that I am not even sure what they are. And four rolls of toilet paper.
School started this week for other kids. Erika's sister is missing classes because nobody has the four dollars to get her photo taken for an ID. She needs the ID to enter the school. When Erika told me about it, my instinct was to pay for the photo, but her sister wasn't home. She was working to earn the money. That is better for her in the long run. I'll make sure she has the ID in time to go next week.
Erika is really worried she will have the baby before the 15th of February. That is when the baby's father will have money to pay the unexpected higher costs of the hospital bill. She is due the 18th and hoping the baby doesn't decide to come sooner. It's hard to find a balance between telling her not to worry, and reminding her that this is the life she chose when she got pregnant again. I'm ashamed to admit it, but I tend to err on the side of being a softy.
