I've never considered myself to be a superstitious person, but I spent most of February 13th holding my breath. On February 13, 2021 I was waiting for a bride to pick up a dress. Luckily, she wasn't planning to try it on, just pick it up. A very loud knock at the door made me jump. It wasn't the timid knock of a bride, but the bold pounding of a pair of deputies, delivering the message that Mom and Dad Henderson's house was on fire. On February 12, 2023 I was in the throws of the bewitching hour, hurrying dinner along to feed Andrew before he needed to race off to work. It was the night before my thyroid surgery, and I was a little nervous they might find thyroid cancer. My phone rang, and a very shocked PA delivered the news that I had endometrial cancer. While both experiences were relatively earth shattering, both in the long run have provided countless opportunities for miracles and growth. Both were painful, exhausting, frightening, expensive, left scars, were unp...