Alrighty, my Irish Lassie! Your time has arrived! You don't NEED "the luck of the Irish" today, my friend...you've got the Grace of our God: who could ask for more? I've been praying for you and yours all along, and you can rest safely in His arms knowing that I'll be bringing you to Him while you're in surgery and thereafter. I haven't a worry in the world about you! You're going to come out of this so-o-o well, and it's going to be exciting to see His plan unfold! Go in peace and know the Marchers are waiting for you here in Newpouch. I've got the dancing penguins ready and a banner that says "Welcome To Newpouch, Shannon!!" Hurry back to us...I'm awaiting the great news! Love you!!