So I do have a wee bit o’the Irish in me…besides the fact that I gave birth to a leprechaun! (see photo of second son for proof!) But it is not all four leaf clovers, green beer, and corned beef & cabbage….St. Patrick was a real person and did a lot of good in his life spreading the Word to the people of Ireland. He was kidnapped and worked as a slave there for 6 years during his youth as a shepherd. He made it back home to England, became a priest and then chose to go back to Ireland, where he had been enslaved, to teach the Irish about Christ. He is famed to have used the shamrock as an example of the trinity with its three heart-shaped leaves on one plant.
“Christ beside me, Christ before me, Christ behind me, Christ within me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me.” -St. Patrick
This is the time of year that the boys and I used to travel to Las Vegas for the international 7’s rugby tournament. We went 6 years in a row…with the last two years being cancelled due to COVID. I love rugby. Not only is it a prime sport, but the fans are like no other. You are pretty much expected to not only don your team’s jersey, but also dress up during the events. This is a photo of Tim and I a few years ago, which was appropriate for today!
Also…for those of you wondering about my treatment plan….we are going with my Mayo doctor’s plan (duh)…and I am now waiting for the hospital here to get their act together. I had hoped it would have been started last Friday but may be next week before they can get everything set in place. It has been one mistake after another on their part and I finally had to get Rich to talk to them today as they just seem to ignore me. Evidently I should be getting two phone calls on status updates today. Not holding my breath, but cautiously hopeful.