Dr. A.

 I went to Dr. A. today.

She's my cancer doctor. I had cancer so long ago I've forgotten where it was. But she fixed it. So I see her ever 4 months or so just to be safe.

They took blood and gave me a shot I've gotten before in my stomach, for something else I've forgotten--but not life threatening.

Dr. A. is an Episcopalian.

And when I checked in, the receptionist called me "Father Jim."

I'm not happy about that--but what can I do? Renounce my vows though they keep me busy and make money?

And maybe save souls--but I leave that up to God.

So, I don't think I'll stop being a priest.

So, Father Jim and Dr. A. had a good time together and my blood tests were all better than the last time.

I may live to be 80 after all!

(Oh, that's only 10 months from now....)