Still Gramaw
01/25/2016
I am still among the living.
One week ago at this time, I was "under the knife," getting a cancerous tumor and its remains cut out of my bowels.
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I am still among the living.
One week ago at this time, I was "under the knife," getting a cancerous tumor and its remains cut out of my bowels.
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This is me. On the inside.
You can easily identify me by the smooth hourglass figure and perky you-know-whats...
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Anyone who grew up in my neck of the woods will recognize this icon.
The Coffee Pot was a well-known restaurant in the nearby town of Cambridge City, Indiana while I was growing up.
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After a mild December and no snow yet to speak of, winter arrived with a vengeance over the weekend. I was delighted to look out my bathroom window into a winter wonderland!
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As I was pulling into our church driveway last Saturday, I turned in front of a very strange sight in these parts.
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Mama (in aqua-blue top) hosted a quilt-knotting party yesterday for her three besties...and I was privileged to get an invite too!
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Ingredients for a Funday Monday:
2 of the cutest, sweetest, and silliest boys ever
1 too-long game of Uno
2 cups of chocolate milk
4 packages of fruit snacks
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I'll spare you the photo...but I got up at 4:30 this morning to give myself a few enemas before heading to Indy for my flexible sigmoidoscopy.
Which is kind of a specialized colonoscopy, I think. My surgeon wants to check out the situation so he can make his game plan for my January 18 surgery.
So that's the fun morning I have planned.
One thing I've certainly learned is how to clean myself out. I'm an expert at that! And I'm starting this Tuesday morning...
...enemized.
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As I sit here drinking coffee from one of my favorite Christmas gifts, a hand-painted and personalized mug from my oldest grandchild, 7-year-old Karter, I am feeling very blessed.
And reflective.
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