Yes, I am a year older as I write this. Yesterday was the big day! Today I am still celebrating. I think I deserve an extended Birthday. After all many (including doctors) weren't sure I would live to see another birthday. Well, they didn't know me nor My God. Together we (me and God) showed them!!!!!
Bear with me as I share with you my Birthday celebrations.
The first mention of my birthday came Friday. (My actual birthday was Sunday.) Friday morning a knock on my apartment door and there was a director standing with a gorgeous floral arrangement. Pictures of it are posted on my Facebook pages. (I haven't been here long enough to figure how to post photos on this blog. That will come when I have more time to learn and experiment.) It looked like a huge frozen strawberry daiquiri with starlight daisies, pink roses and purple orchids in the 'bowl'. They were from my daughters, their husbands, and my four grandchildren. Susan had them delivered Friday because floral deliveries are not usually made on Sundays and she knew that I would be at dialysis on Saturday.
Saturday morning one of my dining partners gave me a lovely card and a package of pens. (Not sure of the significance of the gift, but it's the thought....) Later that day a card from my sister arrived in the mail. She cheated!!!! We had agreed years ago to stop 'celebrating' birthdays with anything more than a card. But she decided that this was such a special birthday for me (because I had lived to have it) that she had to send a gift. And she knew just what to send .... a gift card to Steinmart. Thank you, Debbie. I love you!
Sunday my name was posted on the elevator as the Birthday Resident of the Day. I received birthday cards and wishes all day. The 'congregation' sang "Happy Birthday" to me during church service. Then came lunch. When I approached my chair, I saw a Fiesta Crown on it. For those of you who are not familiar with Mexican traditions, I'll describe it. It's a halo shaped headpiece of brightly colored crepe paper flowers and long streamers of the same colors hanging down the back. I was to wear it all day indicating that I was the 'Birthday Girl.' Also, my table was littered with confetti.
As we were eating one of the directors and the kitchen staff came out into the dining hall and announced that it was my birthday. They led everyone in singing "Happy Birthday" again. They brought me a colorful gift bag. It contained a book, a journal, a pen, a little bucket filled with Hershey chocolates and a card signed by many of the residents. Then, Jermaine, the best chef in Texas, came out carrying a piece of cake with a lit candle on it. I was to make a wish, blow out the flame, then eat the special cake. It was a tiramisu cake. Yummy!!!
I had already made plans with my family to have my birthday dinner Monday night, so I went to the dining hall for dinner and my birthday celebration continued. There on my table was the largest Aloe Vera plant I have ever seen in a beautiful glass container decorated with a beautiful seashell. The dining room manager had her husband dig it up out of her yard for me. I told her that she didn't have to give me the biggest one in her yard. She said, "Oh, I didn't. That is one of my babies." (Well, it looked BIG to me. But I forgot that everything is bigger in Texas!!!)
I have to add here that I continued to receive birthday greetings on Facebook and via email all day. It was so much fun hearing from my former students, former parents of students, former co-workers, high school friends, college friends, sorority sisters, friends of my daughters, relatives, and maybe even a former mailman. Oops!
One of my former tablemates who is now living in the Skilled Nursing Center next door had her daughter wheel (she's in a wheelchair) her over to bring me a vase of fresh flowers. How sweet! Ruth and I have always had a special bond. I just wish she could improve as much as I have, but Parkinson's is a terrible illness which robs people of so much. Ruth refuses to let it rob her of her dignity. She is so strong.
Today (Monday) brought more birthday celebration. Katie stopped by for a sweet visit. She brought me an absolutely beautiful bouquet of yellow roses, daisies, and sunflowers. We walked down to the lobby for some fresh lemonade and back to my apartment to continue our chat until Joann, Haley, and Hayden arrived. They came to pick me up to go to their house to 'chill' until dinnertime.
It was fun, to 'hang' with the Brewzoo and to have a nice visit with Joe, my former husband. He had brought the boys back from 'Camp Paw Paw.' We watched a slide show of photos taken while they visited in Tennessee. They had so many experiences ranging from dressing in Civil War uniforms at Shiloh to catching dozens of fish at Reelfoot Lake.
Haley baked and decorated a Birthday Cake for me. She is quite the little cook. She loves to cook and is quite an artist. So you can imagine that it was the best birthday cake ever!!!!
We then packed into two vehicles and met Susan, Chris, Katie, and Denny at Chili's for my family birthday dinner. The centerpiece was the cake Haley had baked earlier in the day. I had the sirloin which was very good!
OK, I've told you just about everything about my birthday. I think. I'm sure that I have forgotten something. But at this age, it's excusable. After all I am a whole year older and what a year it has been. The best part is that I have made it!!! Thank you, Jesus!
Monday, August 9, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
Progress
So much is happening in my life that I don't know where to start.
Each day seems to bring another blessing.
My lab reports continue to be good. I have to admit that the most recent report (Thursday) indicated that I need to eat just a little more protein. The dialysis nutritionist told me to tell my family to take me to a steak dinner. True!
She also told me that it would be OK to have an occasional glass of wine. (Hic!)
My Physical Therapist informed me that I have met all my goals and am going to be discharged from Physical Therapy next Wednesday. I can still go to the gym and work out on a daily basis (when I'm not in dialysis) and I plan to do so. I'm so use to exercising now and actually enjoy it.
Today was the hottest day of the year. The temps got up to 102F. So what was I doing at 10:00 AM? I was doing PT and my therapist had me walk up the high incline across the parking lot from our building. I had done it once before with her, but that was with my 4-wheel walker. Today I had to do it with a single footed cane. Well, friends, I did it, heat and all!!!!
My therapist also said that I could begin walking short distances in the building without a cane. Yep, I'm now walking totally unassisted. Praise God. One year ago, I could barely sit up in a bed. It was a small miracle for me to wiggle my toes.
Your prayers, my family's constant support, and God's love brought on this miracle recovery. There was no way I was going to quit or give up, y'all wouldn't let me!!! Thanks, Everyone!!!
I got a new haircut today. I feel so youthful looking (except for the fact that my hair is white as new fallen snow.) Photos of it are on my Facebook status.
This morning I received a martini delivered to my door. Well, not exactly. It was a flower arrangement in a huge martini shaped vase. My family had sent it as an early Birthday gift. Pictures of it are also on my Facebook status. The arrangement was comprised of pink roses, pink and rose daisies, and purple orchids. It is absolutely beautiful.
Katie and I had another lunch 'date' Wednesday. We went to the Magnolia Grill. It is a typical college hang-out not too far from the UT campus. Great food, good prices, and fun atmosphere.
I got two surprise phone calls today, one from my nephew, Michael. I love talking to him. He reminds me so much of his dad. Mike is a 'hot shot' with Charles Schwab in Indianapolis and a father of three sons. I am so proud of the man he has become.
The other call was from my dear friend, Becky. She has a daughter here in Austin and visits me when she is in town staying with Amy and Howard. But today she took some time away from a church trip to Nashville to call me. She, like so many of my retired friends, seems to be busier now than she was as a principal. I admire all the work she does out of the goodness of her heart. Becky is a sweet gentle woman and a dear, dear friend.
Well, that's about all the news for now and the hour is getting late. I have to settle down and get ready for another dialysis day tomorrow.
Sweet dreams, Everyone, and May God Be With You this weekend.
Each day seems to bring another blessing.
My lab reports continue to be good. I have to admit that the most recent report (Thursday) indicated that I need to eat just a little more protein. The dialysis nutritionist told me to tell my family to take me to a steak dinner. True!
She also told me that it would be OK to have an occasional glass of wine. (Hic!)
My Physical Therapist informed me that I have met all my goals and am going to be discharged from Physical Therapy next Wednesday. I can still go to the gym and work out on a daily basis (when I'm not in dialysis) and I plan to do so. I'm so use to exercising now and actually enjoy it.
Today was the hottest day of the year. The temps got up to 102F. So what was I doing at 10:00 AM? I was doing PT and my therapist had me walk up the high incline across the parking lot from our building. I had done it once before with her, but that was with my 4-wheel walker. Today I had to do it with a single footed cane. Well, friends, I did it, heat and all!!!!
My therapist also said that I could begin walking short distances in the building without a cane. Yep, I'm now walking totally unassisted. Praise God. One year ago, I could barely sit up in a bed. It was a small miracle for me to wiggle my toes.
Your prayers, my family's constant support, and God's love brought on this miracle recovery. There was no way I was going to quit or give up, y'all wouldn't let me!!! Thanks, Everyone!!!
I got a new haircut today. I feel so youthful looking (except for the fact that my hair is white as new fallen snow.) Photos of it are on my Facebook status.
This morning I received a martini delivered to my door. Well, not exactly. It was a flower arrangement in a huge martini shaped vase. My family had sent it as an early Birthday gift. Pictures of it are also on my Facebook status. The arrangement was comprised of pink roses, pink and rose daisies, and purple orchids. It is absolutely beautiful.
Katie and I had another lunch 'date' Wednesday. We went to the Magnolia Grill. It is a typical college hang-out not too far from the UT campus. Great food, good prices, and fun atmosphere.
I got two surprise phone calls today, one from my nephew, Michael. I love talking to him. He reminds me so much of his dad. Mike is a 'hot shot' with Charles Schwab in Indianapolis and a father of three sons. I am so proud of the man he has become.
The other call was from my dear friend, Becky. She has a daughter here in Austin and visits me when she is in town staying with Amy and Howard. But today she took some time away from a church trip to Nashville to call me. She, like so many of my retired friends, seems to be busier now than she was as a principal. I admire all the work she does out of the goodness of her heart. Becky is a sweet gentle woman and a dear, dear friend.
Well, that's about all the news for now and the hour is getting late. I have to settle down and get ready for another dialysis day tomorrow.
Sweet dreams, Everyone, and May God Be With You this weekend.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
AUGUST IS HERE!!!
By the sounds of the weather reports, August has entered as expected ... HOT!
That isn't going to slow me down. I have much to do and can't let a little thing like heat stop me.
I am trying to copy all the posts to my CaringBridge website so I can relate to them when I get my book in full gear. This is a website that my granddaughter, Katie, started when I first became ill last summer. Susan, Joann, Katie, and Chris all entered posts almost daily. It was at a time that I couldn't do much communicating and apparently from the posts I've read, I wasn't at my best in communication. Go figure! I was once known as quite the talker (still am by some), quite the writer, quite the speaker. But a couple of 'little things' (MRSA and Meningitis) have tried to stop my communication skills. Sorry fellows, you didn't stop me, you just slowed me down. But I've found my bootstraps and am pulling myself up, slowly but surely.
I am constantly amazed as I read the posts my family have made. It is truly a sad story and has brought me to near tears as I read what all they have gone through in supporting me as I recovered. I am so grateful that they have kept this and a handwritten journal (which I've yet to read). I had no idea how bad my illness really was. I remember some of the pain and frustration, but not nearly all of it. Thank You, Jesus.
Fortunately, I no longer have pain except occasionally in dialysis treatment. However, I do still get frustrated by my limitations. But now the frustrations give me reason to try harder to overcome my limitations. Above all, I have learned patience and humility. Now that's hard for a Type A personality, believe me.
Enough said for this entry. Let's all try to enjoy August. It may be a warm month, but come January, we'll be missing it.
Blessings to all who read this.
That isn't going to slow me down. I have much to do and can't let a little thing like heat stop me.
I am trying to copy all the posts to my CaringBridge website so I can relate to them when I get my book in full gear. This is a website that my granddaughter, Katie, started when I first became ill last summer. Susan, Joann, Katie, and Chris all entered posts almost daily. It was at a time that I couldn't do much communicating and apparently from the posts I've read, I wasn't at my best in communication. Go figure! I was once known as quite the talker (still am by some), quite the writer, quite the speaker. But a couple of 'little things' (MRSA and Meningitis) have tried to stop my communication skills. Sorry fellows, you didn't stop me, you just slowed me down. But I've found my bootstraps and am pulling myself up, slowly but surely.
I am constantly amazed as I read the posts my family have made. It is truly a sad story and has brought me to near tears as I read what all they have gone through in supporting me as I recovered. I am so grateful that they have kept this and a handwritten journal (which I've yet to read). I had no idea how bad my illness really was. I remember some of the pain and frustration, but not nearly all of it. Thank You, Jesus.
Fortunately, I no longer have pain except occasionally in dialysis treatment. However, I do still get frustrated by my limitations. But now the frustrations give me reason to try harder to overcome my limitations. Above all, I have learned patience and humility. Now that's hard for a Type A personality, believe me.
Enough said for this entry. Let's all try to enjoy August. It may be a warm month, but come January, we'll be missing it.
Blessings to all who read this.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Human Road Map
There are many scars on my body as a result of my recent illness. Big scars, little scars, wide scars, narrow scars, short scars, long scars, scars on my arms from multiple blood tests, dialysis sticks, creations of fistulas, and IVs. I have scars on my neck and chest from permanent ports and scars on my spine from cervical drainage of abscesses and repair of the damage done to my lower spine by the diseases. There are probably other scars that I haven't found yet.
The scars on my arms are very noticeable and often bring on questions or comments from friends. I just tell them that I am a Human Road Map. The scars lead to the Miracles that God has performed in my life.
The scars on my arms are very noticeable and often bring on questions or comments from friends. I just tell them that I am a Human Road Map. The scars lead to the Miracles that God has performed in my life.
Adequacy
I hear the word 'adequacy' and relate it to being 'adequate.' That is something I always thought was not a good thing. I remember hearing the phrase 'adequate, at best.' It was used to describe a job which was not done well. No one wanted to be told that they or the job they did was adequate.
However, (you knew that there had to be a 'however', didn't you?) I learned a new definition for adequacy. When our blood is drawn for lab tests, it is measured for adequacy.
The Nurse Practitioner visited each dialysis patient yesterday to discuss our most recent lab results. She told me that my adequacy was the best she has seen in recent weeks. She said that she had reviewed the reports of over 100 patients and my report was by far the best. (How about that? I'm at the top of the class?) I asked her what did that mean. She said that 'adequacy' is the measurement of the degree of the cleansing of toxins from the blood. That is the job of our kidneys, but when one has kidney failure, a dialysis machine has to do the job. I'm hoping that my results are good because my own kidneys may be 'kicking in.'
I used to pray for my kidneys to 'rejuvenate', then after months on dialysis, I gave up hope and prayed for a transplant. But Susan and Joann told me that the kidney doctor had told them that he was hoping that the use of a fistula would help my kidneys 'return.' He said that he wasn't going to consider this to be permanent kidney failure until I had used the fistula for six months. I started using it June 6th. So I have some time to go before I 'give up.'
Those of you who have worked with me know that I don't give up easily. I tend to thrive with challenges. So I'm praying for my kidneys to start to work again. You are welcome to board this prayer train with me.
God bless you all.
However, (you knew that there had to be a 'however', didn't you?) I learned a new definition for adequacy. When our blood is drawn for lab tests, it is measured for adequacy.
The Nurse Practitioner visited each dialysis patient yesterday to discuss our most recent lab results. She told me that my adequacy was the best she has seen in recent weeks. She said that she had reviewed the reports of over 100 patients and my report was by far the best. (How about that? I'm at the top of the class?) I asked her what did that mean. She said that 'adequacy' is the measurement of the degree of the cleansing of toxins from the blood. That is the job of our kidneys, but when one has kidney failure, a dialysis machine has to do the job. I'm hoping that my results are good because my own kidneys may be 'kicking in.'
I used to pray for my kidneys to 'rejuvenate', then after months on dialysis, I gave up hope and prayed for a transplant. But Susan and Joann told me that the kidney doctor had told them that he was hoping that the use of a fistula would help my kidneys 'return.' He said that he wasn't going to consider this to be permanent kidney failure until I had used the fistula for six months. I started using it June 6th. So I have some time to go before I 'give up.'
Those of you who have worked with me know that I don't give up easily. I tend to thrive with challenges. So I'm praying for my kidneys to start to work again. You are welcome to board this prayer train with me.
God bless you all.
A Broken Mold
I think they 'broke the mold' when they created Texas men.
My experience of living in Texas has exposed me to some truly courteous men. The two gentlemen who share a table with me and some other ladies in the dining room are so courteous and thoughtful all the time. Yes, occasionally they can get a little cranky about the service and quality of food but they HAVE lived over eight decades and have earned that right. Yet they always stand until all the ladies at the table are seated, check to be sure everyone is served what they ordered, and seem to be truly interested in the conversation.
I went shopping at Target with my granddaughter, Katie, and her boyfriend, Denny, this afternoon. I had already been to the doctor for a follow-up visit, had my 90 minute physical therapy session, and eaten lunch, and I was a little tired by the time we reached the store. So I got one of the motorized carts for my shopping.
As I approached the check-out line, a male customer approached me and offered to empty my basket onto the moving counter. I politely declined because I am a very independent woman!!! (I really need to learn to let a man wait on me.) But wasn't that nice of him? That has never happened to me before.
The chivalry did not stop there. After checking out, I 'drove' the cart to its original parking spot near Aisle One, grabbed my cane and headed for the exit. With that another gentleman in a red Target vest approached me and told me that I could 'drive' the cart to the car and he would return it to the store. Again, I politely declined the offer and walked my independent self to the car. Katie and Denny carried my bags and we were parked in a nearby handicap space.
So there you have it, Texas gentlemen are among the most courteous I've met. Or is there the slightest chance that perhaps now that I'm healthy and skinny again, men are beginning to notice me and may possibly be 'hitting on me?' Nah, I don't think so!!!
My experience of living in Texas has exposed me to some truly courteous men. The two gentlemen who share a table with me and some other ladies in the dining room are so courteous and thoughtful all the time. Yes, occasionally they can get a little cranky about the service and quality of food but they HAVE lived over eight decades and have earned that right. Yet they always stand until all the ladies at the table are seated, check to be sure everyone is served what they ordered, and seem to be truly interested in the conversation.
I went shopping at Target with my granddaughter, Katie, and her boyfriend, Denny, this afternoon. I had already been to the doctor for a follow-up visit, had my 90 minute physical therapy session, and eaten lunch, and I was a little tired by the time we reached the store. So I got one of the motorized carts for my shopping.
As I approached the check-out line, a male customer approached me and offered to empty my basket onto the moving counter. I politely declined because I am a very independent woman!!! (I really need to learn to let a man wait on me.) But wasn't that nice of him? That has never happened to me before.
The chivalry did not stop there. After checking out, I 'drove' the cart to its original parking spot near Aisle One, grabbed my cane and headed for the exit. With that another gentleman in a red Target vest approached me and told me that I could 'drive' the cart to the car and he would return it to the store. Again, I politely declined the offer and walked my independent self to the car. Katie and Denny carried my bags and we were parked in a nearby handicap space.
So there you have it, Texas gentlemen are among the most courteous I've met. Or is there the slightest chance that perhaps now that I'm healthy and skinny again, men are beginning to notice me and may possibly be 'hitting on me?' Nah, I don't think so!!!
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
The Good, The Bad and The Not So Ugly
Much has happened in the past three days.
It seems that I get busier with each passing day. Each day is filled with some good, some bad and some of neither.
GOOD:
Monday, I donated several games to the Therapy Department and to the Activity Room. Also, my permanent port was removed by my cardio-vascular surgeon.
Tuesday, the kidney doctor confirmed that less time on the dialysis machine did not mean that my kidneys were not being adequately cleaned (My family had expressed concern about my time being cut from four hours to three and a half hours) and she also told me to stop one of my blood pressure medications (I have been taking up to six BP pills a day. Now I take only five maximum.)
Today, I went out with The Lunch Bunch to eat at The Hill Country Pasta House. Great lunch and good company. I got an opportunity to know one of the residents a little better. Her name is Virginia (Ginny) and she was born in Illinois, grew up in Ohio, went to college in NYC where she met her husband who was in The Navy. They moved around so much that she has now lived in 19 states. I'm not even sure that I have traveled to that many states!!
After lunch, I returned to my apartment and made six necklaces. Within 30 minutes of finishing them, I had sold three. I've got quite a little business going here. Truth be known, making jewelry is such good therapy for me. I like having something to do with my hands while watching TV. I get a special feeling when I see someone wearing some of my products. I don't have to advertise. Word of mouth is doing the marketing job for me.
BAD
Monday, brought some big summer electrical storms but no damage that I know of. I did learn that the air conditioning at my house has gone out and needs serious repair. Although the unit and parts are under warranty, the labor may be in the 'four figure' range.
Tuesday, dialysis treatment brought on nausea once again, but not for long and not as strong. When the needles were pulled, the arterial line tried to 'bleed out', but I caught it early and I didn't lose too much blood. I also learned yesterday that the local clinic (with dialysis treatment) that was being planned for less than a mile from here has been 'ditched' and will not be finished. (Another economy casualty.)
Today, it's almost 9:00 pm. and I can't think of anything bad in my life today. However, two of my neighbors suffered bad falls yesterday. I absolutely hate to see that happen. One thinks that he just got dizzy when he came inside from the porch and stumbled as he entered the door. He cut his knee and really banged it and his ribs, but no broken bones. The other told me that she was going from her living room to the bathroom and simply 'blacked out' and landed on the floor. She stayed in bed all day. My PT tells me of all the things to do to avoid falls. I see people not doing those things all the time. I hope I never forget her warnings and advice.
NOT SO UGLY
Monday
We have pencils and menus at our place settings in the dining room. The pencils are the little short ones that you find at golf courses. They are always just ugly little nubs and difficult to use. So being the problem solver that I am, I took my battery powered pencil sharpener to the dining room and went around to every table and sharpened every pencil. Somebody's got to do it. Why not me?
Tuesday, I removed the dressing from my incision from where the surgeon removed my port. After seeing the port after it was removed, I expected to see quite a large incision. But much to my surprise I, found a very small incision. There may not be a noticeable scar after all. Not that it matters to me. After last summer I have so many scars in so many places on my body that I could pass as a page in an Atlas. I just consider my body, scars and all, as a road map to God's miracles in my life.
Today
The only thing that I can think of that might fit in this category for today is the extra weight I may have gained from eating lunch off site today. But most of it will be pulled tomorrow at dialysis, I'm sure.
Well, friends, I've written enough for tonight. So I'll just say "Sleep well and God Bless You".
It seems that I get busier with each passing day. Each day is filled with some good, some bad and some of neither.
GOOD:
Monday, I donated several games to the Therapy Department and to the Activity Room. Also, my permanent port was removed by my cardio-vascular surgeon.
Tuesday, the kidney doctor confirmed that less time on the dialysis machine did not mean that my kidneys were not being adequately cleaned (My family had expressed concern about my time being cut from four hours to three and a half hours) and she also told me to stop one of my blood pressure medications (I have been taking up to six BP pills a day. Now I take only five maximum.)
Today, I went out with The Lunch Bunch to eat at The Hill Country Pasta House. Great lunch and good company. I got an opportunity to know one of the residents a little better. Her name is Virginia (Ginny) and she was born in Illinois, grew up in Ohio, went to college in NYC where she met her husband who was in The Navy. They moved around so much that she has now lived in 19 states. I'm not even sure that I have traveled to that many states!!
After lunch, I returned to my apartment and made six necklaces. Within 30 minutes of finishing them, I had sold three. I've got quite a little business going here. Truth be known, making jewelry is such good therapy for me. I like having something to do with my hands while watching TV. I get a special feeling when I see someone wearing some of my products. I don't have to advertise. Word of mouth is doing the marketing job for me.
BAD
Monday, brought some big summer electrical storms but no damage that I know of. I did learn that the air conditioning at my house has gone out and needs serious repair. Although the unit and parts are under warranty, the labor may be in the 'four figure' range.
Tuesday, dialysis treatment brought on nausea once again, but not for long and not as strong. When the needles were pulled, the arterial line tried to 'bleed out', but I caught it early and I didn't lose too much blood. I also learned yesterday that the local clinic (with dialysis treatment) that was being planned for less than a mile from here has been 'ditched' and will not be finished. (Another economy casualty.)
Today, it's almost 9:00 pm. and I can't think of anything bad in my life today. However, two of my neighbors suffered bad falls yesterday. I absolutely hate to see that happen. One thinks that he just got dizzy when he came inside from the porch and stumbled as he entered the door. He cut his knee and really banged it and his ribs, but no broken bones. The other told me that she was going from her living room to the bathroom and simply 'blacked out' and landed on the floor. She stayed in bed all day. My PT tells me of all the things to do to avoid falls. I see people not doing those things all the time. I hope I never forget her warnings and advice.
NOT SO UGLY
Monday
We have pencils and menus at our place settings in the dining room. The pencils are the little short ones that you find at golf courses. They are always just ugly little nubs and difficult to use. So being the problem solver that I am, I took my battery powered pencil sharpener to the dining room and went around to every table and sharpened every pencil. Somebody's got to do it. Why not me?
Tuesday, I removed the dressing from my incision from where the surgeon removed my port. After seeing the port after it was removed, I expected to see quite a large incision. But much to my surprise I, found a very small incision. There may not be a noticeable scar after all. Not that it matters to me. After last summer I have so many scars in so many places on my body that I could pass as a page in an Atlas. I just consider my body, scars and all, as a road map to God's miracles in my life.
Today
The only thing that I can think of that might fit in this category for today is the extra weight I may have gained from eating lunch off site today. But most of it will be pulled tomorrow at dialysis, I'm sure.
Well, friends, I've written enough for tonight. So I'll just say "Sleep well and God Bless You".
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