I've just received a very unspecific diagnosis for an incurable lung disease, so I've been stressing and even antidepressants aren't helping much.

My most wonderful neighbor called me Saturday and asked me to step outside. She had made burgers and homemade fries and brought me a plate and a carton of strawberry lemonade!

I hadn't eaten yet, so I was very grateful!

She mentioned that she was going to make some baked chicken and sides on Sunday, and that I should expect some. Well, I was struggling Sunday and didn't realize I was even hungry until 6pm, so I rummaged through the kitchen (and found nothing appealing) when she called again and brought me a plate of some of the best baked chicken I've had, with some garlic broccoli and mac and cheese.

Dinner might have been seasoned with some happy tears.

I don't know what I did to get so lucky to have a neighbor who likes spoiling little old ladies :)