I find that after three years of writing about suicide and grief, loss and disappointment, and physical spiritual emotional and mental pain, I have not the slightest interest in writing about cancer. I think that I have covered enough of the territory in the prior context.
Oh, except for insurance. Because the PC(USA) REQUIRES pastors to accept its insurance, if I go to work, I will have a new primary insurance which will complicate my life immeasurably, and probably cost us money as well as time. (Time: The Cleveland Clinic LOST a $500 payment a couple of months ago. When they found it, they wanted to send the $40 that it turned out we still owed on the account to collection. Imagine what would happen if we had two insurance carriers. No, don't imagine it. Imagining it will probably give you cancer. Money: The PC(USA) co-pay is 10% higher than ours - a lot of money if you are looking at costs in the many tens of thousands of dollars.)
In other words, despite the good intentions of the powers-that-be in insisting that pastors be provided with health insurance, it is probably better in this particular case for the pastor to postpone her call because the insurance is a detriment. A rather impressive example of one-size-does-not-fit-all.
But who cares, really? We are lucky to have insurance of any kind.
So. I am going to have one surgery and then probably another one. A big one. Perhaps I will still have a call when all is said and done. Perhaps not.
End of story.
The fall bird migration has begun. A much better topic.
I have no interest whatever in cancer.