In Part I I started the story about why we moved from Utah to Oregon. At the end of that post I had reached the time when the bank foreclosed on our house and we moved 35 miles south to Orem, to live with my in-laws, the Carters.
In one of my previous posts I talked about our decision to move to Oregon from Utah as being in response to a spiritual prompting. This post will relate at least some of that story.
Four days ago I had my surgery to remove the cancerous growth from my thyroid and nearby lymph nodes. Four days ago I went under the knife for the first time in more than 30 years. It was a nerve-wracking experience, but one we got through okay.
"Pain is temporary, but glory is forever." That's how one of the quotes goes. Another says: "Pain is temporary and chicks dig scars." I'm not sure who to attribute those quotes to, but the second was repeated often during my time training in the martial arts.
